A historical horror buried beneath the Hindu Kush, and an alt-reality NYC where police protocol is the last thing standing between the city and the impossible.
During the catastrophic British Retreat from Kabul, at the height of the First Anglo-Afghan War, a group of soldiers fleeing Afghan forces discovers a network of vast subterranean caverns hidden beneath the Hindu Kush.
What begins as shelter becomes a descent. Cut off from the column, from daylight, and eventually from one another, the survivors confront the psychological toll of isolation — and the nonlinear logic of survival when every choice forecloses the next.
In a near-future New York City — diminished but still standing — the department's remaining officers face an incursion that no academy prepared them for: a supernatural breach of high-fantasy creatures spilling into the five boroughs.
There's no manual for this. So they reach for the one they have. Protocol 49 follows cops working established procedure against the impossible, drawn directly from a career spent inside New York City law enforcement and IT.
Time and quiet earned at two places built for it — one a children's-book homestead in the Poconos, one a painter's island off the Maine coast.
Two separate stays at the Boyds Mills retreat center (formerly the Highlights Foundation), both spent writing in the Jack Myers Cabin — named for the children's science writer whose presence still anchors the grounds.
A week at the summer home of painter Fairfield Porter, where twelve artists and writers are selected each year to work in the historic family house. James attended on a fully-funded scholarship.
Workshops taken in rooms that carry their own history — because the work sharpens in company.
A workshop in the Battle in the Margins series — a collaboration between New York State Parks and Black Gotham Experience exploring Black life in Revolutionary-era New York. Writers from across the five boroughs gathered at the historic tavern to grapple with the Revolution's contradictions: a fight for liberty in a society where enslavement remained legal. James attended as part of the workshop cohort.
If these worlds pull you in, a coffee goes straight into the writing time that builds them.
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