Sochi’s caves are nothing like Egyptian tombs. Different kind of darkness entirely. Spent yesterday deep in limestone caverns, following narrow passages that twist deeper than torch light reaches. The guide warned about getting disoriented, but that’s exactly what I came for. Egyptian pyramids were engineered spaces – deliberate architecture designed to guide souls through specific […]
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End of Summer festival at Kaliningrad’s Mayakovsky Library yesterday. Strange to discuss contemporary horror fiction in a building named after a poet who made his own life into performance art. The panel topic was interactive literature and reader participation. Fitting venue – Mayakovsky understood that art should demand response, should refuse to let audiences remain
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Kaliningrad. Standing on the same Baltic coastline that sparked my first novel three years ago. The fortress walls look exactly as I remember them, but I’m seeing them through different eyes now. When I wrote Northern Rift, this place felt mysterious, full of secrets waiting to be uncovered. Now I understand it was never about
