Lake Baikal – Reincarnated God, Crawls Out – QuantumJump

Tarmo Amellal shouldn’t have survived the Python god in Lake Fundudzi. Instead, he wakes naked on the shores of Lake Baikal, skin lit from within, memories of Odin and Ra burning behind his eyes. This is the godhood reboot chapter of my Azad / Quantum Jump arc—where heritage, myth, and time travel collide, and one man decides how to use his recycled divinity as leverage. Read the full field note and chapter extract on the blog.

Popham England to Bronze Age Ireland (Quantum Jump book VI Field Note)

A time‑traveling anthropologist, a jealous archangel, and a crime boss in a Popham shack collide with African and Celtic mythology in Quantum Jump—from Lake Fundudzi’s python god to the Irish healing goddess Airmid, this chapter blends fantasy, folklore, and dark humour into one very messy timeline. Welcome to my world!

Magic Milk, Python Gods, and Found Family: A Glimpse into Book VI of Quantum Jump

“Magic doesn’t arrive in neat spell books in Quantum Jump—it seeps through bodies, milk, and myth. In this glimpse from Book VI, Asdar and Karim fight to keep a newborn alive after the python god of Lake Fundudzi, relying on Kalderash wet nurses, golden milk that turns men into wolf and stallion, and a shadow network of fixers and ghosts like Roger Boswell. Found family, Romani campfires, archangels and African rivers collide in a mythic road story about survival, reincarnation, and the old powers that refuse to stay buried.”

The COMC Files – Alkebulan

Part II Chapter 4 Where the Python Coils Karim is waiting at the compound’s edge, boots dusty, bag already on his shoulder. We don’t discuss Tarmo. We don’t need to. “South or east?” he asks. “Whichever way gets us to the next myth.” He grins — rare, infectious — and we walk out into Africa….

The COMC Files- Book VI Axis Mundi

The Chronomancer and the Twins of Time Night clung to the land, thick and expectant, as Asdar traced the contours of a sacred stone circle in Southern Africa.His fingertips read the ancient grooves like braille, each depression and rise telling stories older than written language. Alone but not alone—the air shimmered with the breath of…