I began this book late one evening, telling myself I’d read a chapter or two and return to the world of notifications and half-finished thoughts. Instead, I found myself sitting still, the room unusually quiet, as if the desert itself had stretched into my living space. Whispers in the Cursed Desert: Inked in Blood doesn’t announce itself with noise. It draws you in with hush. With breath. With the feeling that something old is watching you closely, waiting to see if you’re r

The first time I opened Maya’s Mirage by Manish Reddy, I wasn’t expecting to be pulled in so quickly. But within a few pages, it felt...

Have you ever stopped mid-scroll on your phone and wondered: what happens after we hand everything over to machines? That quiet unease?...

Imagine having the power to rewrite your past. Would you do it? And if you did, would it fix everything—or just make life messier?...