Another sneak peek The Line That Did Not Move Three men. Maybe four. Poorly disciplined — the kind who expect sleeping villages and easy work. They had good intelligence and bad instincts. They knew about the fund, the women, the maps. They knew a foreign woman with money was somewhere inside the compound. They thought…
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The Memory Cartographer – Book X – Order Magic
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…
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-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 Holographer’s Atlas
Maurice ’85/’91 In 1985 my mother left with Kahlil Gibran, her piano, and the ice-cold brain food she had served on a daily basis. What remained was my elderly father, a smaller house in the village, and suddenly — space. I stopped cycling thirty kilometres to school. I was tired of doing what was good…
The Holographer’s Atlas
The Constant There are men who loved you and failed you in the exact way that you have others, and you file them under known coordinates and navigate accordingly. Decades pass. Children grow, postcodes change, land numbers too, bad decisions, good ones, everything in between. Coasts remain. You teach yourself to call it nostalgia whenever…
The Memory Cartographer 