The Yuga is turning. The cosmic order is fracturing. As warriors converge on the cosmic battlefield, the crossroads between dharma and karma, cosmic dissolution balance at the edge of a blade. To save creation, Black Serpent must walk through the fire.
The cosmic cycle accelerates its terrifying spin toward the Mahapralaya - Dissolution. The predatory forces of the Rak have grown bolder, and the Nagas, keeper of ancient knowledge, return from exile as guardians of Earth. The primordial threat of the Kali Yuga looms larger than ever, ready to swallow the remaining light of the world.
For Tala and Yana, survival is no longer enough. Their ultimate love faces its darkest trial yet.
To find the answers that can stop the impending cataclysm, they must journey to a place of myth and shadow: the legendary Agni Mandir. Deep within its hollowed, sacred ruins lies the key to channeling the fierce, untamed power of The Devi-the only divine force capable of striking back against the darkness.
As alliances shatter and the world burns around them, Tala and Yana must risk everything they hold dear. Can their bond survive the fires of the mandir, or will the final awakening of the Divine Feminine demand the one sacrifice they cannot bear to make?
Black Serpent is a sweeping mythological epic that seamlessly blends rich, authentic Hindu cosmology with high-stakes dark fantasy. Perfect for fans of legendary world-building, ancient prophecies, and the fierce, triumphant power of the Divine Feminine.
AGNI is the breathtaking second volume of the Black Serpent series. A rich, high-stakes mythological dark fantasy, it combines authentic Hindu cosmology, epic scale, and a deeply emotional romance that battles against the literal end of time. Available soon.
Ori, Rowena: - A Journey Full Circle: From Light to Space, and Back to Story As a child, I spent countless hours perched on a tall wooden stool beside him, my small hands gripping its edges as I peered through the tiny square window cut into the wall. From that vantage point, I watched the white screen bloom with worlds far beyond my rural home: cities I had never heard of, heroes who spoke in accents I didn't know, and stories that rose and fell like the tides behind my house. The beam of light from the projector passed just inches above my head, and I came to believe that stories, like light, could travel forever if someone just gave them direction.Those nights etched themselves into my memory. While other children dreamed of the future, I dreamt of stories-of telling them, shaping them, and sending them out into the world the way my uncle sent shimmering frames across the darkened cinema hall.But life, as it often does, gently redirected my path. I discovered a talent for drawing buildings, for imagining spaces, and for seeing possibility in form and structure. Architecture and design offered both a practical future and an artistic outlet, and I embraced it wholeheartedly. For decades, I built a life measured in grids, proportions, blueprints, and elevations, rather than film reels. Yet, even in those years, I carried the projection room within me. Every floor plan was a narrative in disguise; every structure, a vessel for human stories.Still, some part of me-the barefoot girl perched on that wooden stool-waited.Now, I have returned to that girl. I find myself once again listening for the soft whir of the projector, the collective hush before a story begins. I have stepped back into the world of storytelling, not as an observer peering through a small window, but as a creator ready to share my own voice, my life experiences, and my enduring dedication to sustainability and biodiversity.My journey has come full circle: from the flickering shadows of a small village cinema, to the spaces I crafted on paper and construction sites across decades, and now back to the heart of my earliest wonder. I carry with me a lifetime of experience, a deep love of narrative, and the memory of a beam of light that once passed over my head and into my imagination
