A lot of genie stories read like a little boy’s fantasy—find the lamp, control something all-powerful, get exactly what you want.
And then there's the version where you only get three wishes and, braniac that you are, you wish for more wishes—unh... right!
My new story, Djinn of the Forgotten Lamp, isn’t one of those. Nor is it I Dream of Genie. Nope. Not even close.
Zahaira is no Barbara Eden. She is a djinn—a near immortal magical creature of fire and smoke, a shapeshifter, an avatar of heat, change and intensity rather than stability. In this story, control is… negotiable. At best.
First chapter is up, and second will post in the morning.
Hope you enjoy them.
- E
P.S. As always, let me know what you think in comments or by personal mail.
P.P.S. I've included lots of em-dashes. Deliberately. The story (and this blog post) might be written by AI... or might not be. Who knows? Ask Zahaira, if you dare.