The Chronomancer and the Twins of Time He puts the car in park, finally meeting my gaze. “Two blokes. Foreign types. Bartley says one’s the fellow from Estonia. The other’s a Russian tough guy of his, apparently.” A shiver—a mix of annoyance, dread, and a touch of perverse excitement—curls up my spine. “All right, Harry….
The COMC Files-London Interlude 11
The Chronomancer and the Twins of Time Dressed and almost feeling ordinary, I gather my things and head outside. To my surprise, there’s Harry, casually propped against the massive black SUV, exuding older-brother protectiveness in his too-short tie. He straightens up as soon as he spots me. “Morning, princess. Dad’s still not at ease: says…
The COMC Files-London Interlude 10
The Chronomancer and the Twins of Time Suddenly, I understand. This miracle pregnancy has shattered the ordinary bounds of time. My connection: with him, with the strange child inside me, lets me drift between ancestral memories and futures not yet written. The golden drops, the singing in lost tongues, the waves of faintness—these aren’t symptoms,…
The COMC Files-London Interlude 9
I blink awake, confusion sticks as something else. He’s there: real, close, impossible. So much for my theory that hallucinations respect personal space. The silence between us hums with questions and something darker. Memory, magic, and the heat of his gaze tangle in the half-light. Whatever happened, it’s changed me, and the rules of morning no longer apply…
The COMC Files- Interlude London 8
The Chronomancer and the Twins of Time As I hang up, excitement hums at my fingertips. The stage is set. Let the night do its worst. The entrance to The Red Lion feels like a stage. Eve slips in first—a shock of real red-blond hair, her freckles catching the amber pub light, body taut with…
The COMC Files- London Interlude 7
The Chronomancer and the Twins of Time The next morning I piece together the puzzle: Lord Fetchitall isn’t as untouchable as he wants everyone to think. His habits—expensive, secretive, and more than a little scandalous—have the potential to blow his reputation to pieces if they ever see daylight. My decision is simple—put Duke and Bartley…
The COMC Files. London Interlude 6
The Chronomancer and the Twins of Time As a proper cabby, he honks and curses his way through London’s snarled arteries, swearing at cyclists, bemoaning buses, and narrating minor traffic tragedies with wit. We pull up just in time for me to spot Marina emerging—her long curly hair bouncing, her grin as sardonic as ever….
The COMC Files. London Interlude 5
The Chronomancer and the Twins of Time As I listen to Roger spin out his troubles, I notice my gin still untouched, condensation pooling on the table. I realise I don’t even want it—something in me resists the old rituals tonight.Roger clocks the glass, eyes narrowing. “Better off with still water, love?” he asks, half…
The COMC Files- London Interlude 4
The Chronomancer and the Twins of Time I step into the shower, letting the water scorch away the city’s grime and the edges of my thoughts. As soap slides down my skin, memories flicker—brief, insistent flashes from other lives and nights, as if time can’t quite keep its threads apart. Suddenly, I can feel Sandi’s…
The COMC Files- London Interlude 3
The Chronomancer and the Twins of Time Lunch settles, but the city doesn’t; I decide there’s no need to return to the office after all. Instead, I push through the marble-etched lobby and out into London’s slow afternoon sun. My body—restless from too many hours hunched over laptops and notes—wants movement. So I walk. Past…
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