B. Z. Projan Anima ’94 I heard him before I saw him. Not him, exactly—his acceleration, the particular growl of his engine. In a chorus of scooters, with the occasional Harley and Ducati, his Honda cut through differently—lighter, but still roaring as if it carried his spirit inside it. The blue handkerchief at his throat…
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The Memory Cartographer – Book X – Order Magic
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…
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 Holographer’s Atlas
The Early Crown Benidorm / The Netherlands, 1990/91 I was walking through the garden of Arte when a waiter came to tell me there were girls asking for me. In the main hall stood Anja and Chantal, sunburned and peeling, backlit by the entrance. Arte sits past the discothèques, outside Benidorm proper — not the…
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 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 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
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 C.O.M.C. Files 