On San Juan night, standing at a Costa Blanca bonfire, Tarmo Amellal thinks about the four fires that changed everything. One of them he still won’t discuss.
Tag: literary fiction
Sinjoor Tourguide Who Explained Everything Except Himself
A Sinjoor, Moroccan tour guide with fifteen years of professional frameworks encounters something that bypasses every one of them. Field notes on shapeshifting, Kiswahili, Shona, and what the wheel of the universe does with young souls it wasn’t expecting. Book 0.6 of The Memory Cartographer — free on Kobo.
Where the Gods Keep Office Hours
A pregnant anthropologist. An immortal shipping king. Somewhere over West Africa, between an astral lake and a private jet, the myth and the fieldwork stop pretending they’re separate things. An excerpt from The Memory Cartographer — Book V. Part II The Agbar Chronicles.
The Memory Cartographer – Book 0.1
THE MEMORY CARTOGRAPHER — BOOK 0.1 My Law at Their Borders Etymology, origins, and the before-files I.Ph. de Lange Before the memories, there is the woman who carries them. Book 0.1 — My Law at Their Borders — is the foundation file for The Memory Cartographer series: three fragments from Elena’s life before the fieldwork…
The Memory Cartographer- Book V The Alkebulan Chronicles- Part II
Chapter 22 Recovered Ritual isn’t something that happens only in temples here. The whole city throbs with it: festivals erupting into trance and song, women possessed by spirits, ancestors remembered with offerings, the boundary between the ordinary and the divine blurring in music, dust, and sweat. Nearby, Tarmo’s phones are arrayed like instruments. He switches…
The Memory Cartographer-Book V The Alkebulan Chronicles-Part II
“Where the gods keep office hours” Southeast. The destination is set. Now Elena does what Elena does best — research at thirty thousand feet, tea steaming, gods at the kitchen table. I find a seat in the main cabin—spacious table, panoramic window, high-grade leather. A discreet flight attendant approaches. “A device to research Benin, please….
The Memory Cartographer-Book V The Alkebulan Chronicles- Part II
“Where the gods keep office” Tarmo has always known exactly when to look. The belly’s glow doesn’t help. Tarmo sits in one of the plush chairs, his gaze fixed somewhere far beyond, adrift in private oceans. Karim hasn’t bothered challenging the master of the plane in his own territory. Fair enough, I think, wryly amused…
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: The Sting
The King’s Gold — 10:54 p.m. The pub is packed, South London voices rising beneath battered beams, pints gleaming amber under yellow light. Roger stands behind the bar, posture loose but watchful. I’m nursing my gin, scanning the crowd with my fieldworker’s eye—noting every shift in tension, every too-loud laugh that might mean trouble. Harry…
The COMC Files: King’s Gold
Old Foxes and City Spring I set the burner on the counter beside my forgotten groceries. Two hours. The old Fox doesn’t waste time. I strip off my coat, catch my reflection in the hall mirror—hair still wild from travel, shadows under my eyes that haven’t lifted since Romania. My body carries the toll: months…
The Memory Cartographer 