A Dark London Story of Power and Protection Some nights are not nights out. Some nights are reconnaissance dressed as dinner, surveillance dressed as champagne, and protection placed far enough apart that nobody notices it is protection at all. That is the atmosphere behind Paloma: a London scene of polished surfaces and shifting power. Ma’am…
Tag: Urban Fantasy
Return From Exile – The Doe and the Hunter – A Reunion Scene from Azad
This is what a doe feels, when the hunter finally stops circling and just stands there. “I’m ready. If you’ll have me.” “Ma’am.” March: gives more than Spring Months of walking the same treeline for nothing, and then he’s simply there — the way weather arrives, no warning worth the name. The Distance Between Them…
Irkutsk, Odin, Rha a Siberian Hotel – Azad – Quantum Jump
“I am Rha. I do not betray the light.” Field Notes: Twelve Hours Some chapters are about magic interfering. This one is about a man trying to interfere, in a hostel room in Irkutsk, with a bottle he keeps picking up and putting back down. Reclaiming What’s His Three months gone — presumed dead by…
Samhain, The Cat Stone, Uisneach – Across Time Veil. Azad – Quantum Jump
“In this world of illusions, you only see what you feel.” Field Notes: What the Fire Remembers There’s a particular kind of vertigo that comes from writing two characters who are looking at each other across four thousand years and neither of them quite knowing it. That’s where this week’s pages live — one foot…
From Midlands to Hackney – Asdar’s Ink, Azad Book VI
The pure heart shall sing when dying. Field notes have been hugging the spotlight lately while I’ve been editing – so here’s an excerpt from today’s chapter instead. Promise I won’t go all anthropologist on you. This one’s Asdar. London. A red Volvo with a cracked headlight, a lockup in Walthamstow, cash counted without looking…
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.
Maputo to Berbera Route by Cargo Ship The Prophecy unfolds
“One day a daughter of the daughters must assist The Daughter.” Stuck on a cargo ship heading toward Berbera, Sandi uncovers a centuries-old secret tying Elena, Mikael, and an army of blue-eyed children to the unnamed baby in her arms. Fieldnotes Book VI Quantum Jump.
Airmid, the Voynich Manuscript, and a Bronze Age Map of Sacred Ireland
There are days when writing feels like fieldwork again—except the “village” is a Bronze Age grove, the informant is a Celtic healing goddess, and the notebook is the Voynich Manuscript. In Quantum Jump, Elena discovers that a book alone can’t protect forbidden knowledge, so she and Airmid turn the Irish landscape itself into a living cipher: manuscript, sacred sites, and songs woven into one dangerous map.
Natural Causes: Travellers, Harbingers and Haylofts – Quantum Jump
Field Notes from the Indecently Green Roads: Travellers, Harbingers, and One Very Opinionated Horse The choreography of avoidance The Travellers move with the quiet assurance of those familiar with shadows, their horse-drawn carriages gliding softly over the back roads while early dawn cloaks the countryside in muted greys and gentle mist. Their pace is deliberate…
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 Memory Cartographer 