Back to the Hotel By the time I drift back toward the Pera Palace, Istanbul’s sky has sunk into velvet indigo and the Bosphorus exhales with the sharp tang of salt and iron. My camera is heavier now—the weight of images is memory pressing into my palm. Dust follows me to the hotel’s illuminated façade….
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The COMC Files Book V chapter 5
Bazaar’s Buried Bargains Ekrem absorbs the city’s tempo: he doesn’t lead, never lags, our paces matched in wary choreography. Each intersection is a puzzle—faces to read, gestures to decode, laughter hiding calculation. We slip into the low-lit lanes behind the Spice Bazaar, scents thickening—cumin, rosewater, amber, sweat. Saffron drifts on the air, echoed by the…
The COMC Files Book V chapter 4
Historic grounds, coffee grounds, all grounds for a wager “Walk with me, Elena. See what the city will show a newcomer—if it chooses. But for now, finish your coffee. Old Istanbul weighs a guest’s worth in patience.” He rises, coat brushing velvet, profile softened by latticework shadow. He lets me watch him leave: uncertain, provisional….
The COMC Files Book V chapter 3
Pera Palace My DIEK driver sweeps the car along the Bosphorus, minarets blinking in and out of the morning haze. Istanbul grows brighter—histories threaded through fog and horn blasts.Up ahead, the Pera Palace rises with sly confidence, its neo-classical lines softened by decades of dawns. Velvet chairs catch the new light; gilded mirrors throw fractured…
The COMC Files: Book V chapter 2
Istanbul Cabin lights flicker; I jolt awake. Descent has begun. Outside, the sky bruises itself into day: bars of pink, slashes of blue, and new gold. My hand drifts to Asdar’s note—a nervous relic, its shape bitten into my palm—as the city unfurls below, vast and split by water and empire. IST is fever-bright, sharp-edged….
The COMC Files: Book V
Chapter One — Departure I wake to cool light and absence. The space beside me is empty; only the dent in the pillow remains. On the dresser, a folded sheet in Asdar’s slanted hand: Where eyes don’t see, the heart will be ominously aware. A sigh escapes. I fold the note and stick it on…
The COMC Files: Book I chapter 2
Hey friends, Big news from the rewriting trenches: the freshly reimagined chapters (and a few wild new story arcs) are making their grand entrance over on Ko-Fi. Yes, the mythic chaos continues—but now with bonus backstage drama, editorial wisdom, and, occasionally, existential gelato. I know, I know—sex sells. But let’s be honest: our heroine is…
The COMC Files Book I – Naples: New Legends Awaken (Teaser & Art Reveal)
Wandering Naples, where street sounds fuse with lost legends, I once again found the boundary between research and risk dissolving. Sunlight dances on cracked marble, myths echo through every piazza, and eyes linger with secrets older than the city itself. Today, I’m excited to share the very first glimpse of my rewritten journey in The…
The COMC Files: The Journey
MY Journey When I began this series, Dr Elena Delange was an anthropologist who kept her distance—studying myths from afar, as if history and legend would stay safely behind glass. Elena evolved, but so did I. The act of writing these books and designing their graphic world reshaped my own sense of voice, adventure, and…
The COMC Files: Torrid London, Bosphorus Bound
As soon as the front door closes and Tarmo’s footsteps fade, the hush in the flat deepens. London suddenly vast, the night pressing in like velvet. I remain braced for a moment, the ache of old arguments and unwelcome love still crawling over my skin. Istanbul waits on the table, Tarmo’s scent lingering like a…
The C.O.M.C. Files 