There’s a particular kind of thrill when a story finally leaves the safety of your desk and finds its way into the world. For me, that thrill is now alive with the publication of The Passenger—the first of my Felric Stories to be released.
Felric Stories are curious little things. They are short enough to be read in a single sitting, but they linger, twisting and unsettling, long after the last page has turned. Each one stands alone, unconnected to the others, yet together they form a collection bound by a single purpose: to surprise, to disturb, and to leave you with truths that only reveal themselves in hindsight.
The Passenger is exactly that kind of tale.
It begins on a rain-drenched midnight in the city, where Sorrel Hart, exhausted and desperate to get home, steps into what seems to be an ordinary cab. Only it isn’t. What follows is a quiet, atmospheric descent into the uncanny—an exploration of what it means to be carried when you’re no longer sure you can carry yourself.
This story isn’t just about a journey through the wet streets of London. It’s about the invisible passengers we all keep—the memories, the shadows, the parts of ourselves we’d rather not meet in the half-light.
Publishing this first Felric Story is both exciting and daunting. It’s a signal flare for what’s to come: more stories, each with their own twist, each designed to take you somewhere familiar until the moment it doesn’t feel familiar at all.
If you’d like to read The Passenger and explore my other works, I invite you to visit the Book Gallery where every title has its place.
Let’s see where the next journey takes us.