First pages sneak peek Every Girl Born Knowing Years ago I wrote a column about a Global Birth Right Fund. The idea was simple and radical in equal measure: every girl born anywhere on earth enters the world with an economic right. A fund, seeded by women with money who were tired of reading about…
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The Memory Cartographer – Book X – Order Magic
Another peek “Mr… Karimi, is it?” the deputy said, mispronouncing his name in a way that sounded practised. Karim smiled politely. “Close enough.” “We hear you’ve been very… helpful,” the cousin added. His suit fit a little too well not to have come from Budapest. “Showing people how to use our new toy.” “Our president’s…
The Memory Cartographer – Book X – Order Magic
Order Magic lives somewhere around Book 10 in The COMC Files. You’re not supposed to be here yet, but I’m bad at waiting—so here’s a harmless little scene of Karim annoying Hungarian bureaucracy without giving the real spoilers away. Chapter I – Érkezés Order Magic is the power of structure, stability, and cosmic law: the…
The Memory Cartographer
Still Here. Still Writing. The formatting is ongoing — yes, still. Books I through III are moving through the pipeline and will reach you properly bound and sequenced. In the meantime the Atlas stories continue, because some things don’t wait for production schedules. And because you’ve been patient, here is something new. A first look…
The Memory Cartographer – Book I
The European Chronicles Mrs H had already pulled up the platform before I’d finished my coffee. “Upwork,” she said, sliding the laptop across the desk. “Filter by location. Novi Sad.” I filtered by price first. No point pretending otherwise. I needed a local, not a professor — no historians, no certified translators with their footnotes…
The Memory Cartographer
Still here. Deep in the edit — five books on the table, being cleaned and prepared for publication. It’s slow, careful work. While I’m in it, here’s a scene that hasn’t left me. The Mutamba Chronicles Saday. Athanatos. Sabaoth Elena is eight months pregnant, pinned under an archangel in an armoured SUV while someone shoots…
The Memory Cartographer
Dear Readers, I’ve gone quiet on posts for a reason. The manuscript is on the table — all five books, being edited clean for publication. It’s slow, careful work, and it deserves full attention. While I’m in the edit, I’m reaching back into the material for the moments that stay with me. This one hasn’t…
The Memory Cartographer- Book V The Alkebulan Chronicles- Part II
Chapter 24 Silver and Ambar eyes Two men witnessed her that night. One through glass. One through something older than glass. As the car glides away from the restaurant, Tarmo leans forward and taps Mikhail’s shoulder, voice low. “Close the partition, please.” Mikhail’s eyes find mine in the rearview mirror — silver, unreadable. Then he…
The Memory Cartographer-Book V The Alkebulan Chronicles-Part II
Chapter 24 Abomey The city is already inside her before she reaches the restaurant. This is Benin. The old stories don’t wait to be invited. The city of Abomey hums beneath dusk’s golden light. I descend to the lobby and step into the car that’s appeared — another detail polished by Tarmo. Dressed, awake, flesh…
The Memory Cartographer-Book V The Alkebulan Chronicles- Part II
“Where the gods keep office hours” In the private cabin of Tarmo’s jet, somewhere over Mali, Elena collapses. What follows is not a dream. I press my palms flat against the tile, lower my head, and let the water wash over me for a while. But under the relief, the same question bubbles up—the one…
The Memory Cartographer 