A Trilogy of Love, Legend and the Science of Being.
Some Roads are Chosen,
Some Roads Choose You
Alfur Burnham walks the long, forgotten byways of Britain as if the land itself has not yet released him.
A distant home behind him. A past he cannot forgive or forget. Only the steady grip of his new boots on the road — soft leather, impossibly old, carry a memory that does not belong to him.
They draw him north.
Always north.
And though he believes he walks alone, the road remembers his name, calling him.
At the edge of the world, where the sea breathes against black stone and the sky hangs low with secrets, the island waits.
Skye.
A place where the veil thins, where the wind carries voices older than the clans, where the hills remember every footstep.
Alfur feels the pull long before he sees the distant hills — a tightening in the chest, a melody in the air, a whisper threading through the mist.
The island knows him.
The island has always known him.
And now, at last, it is calling him home.
The Fairy Bridge
In a quiet place beyond the bridge, she waits.
The fairy queen.
Older than the clans.
Older than the hills.
Older than the first whisper of silk spun into the world.
She has watched him wander the byways, watched the boots carry him toward her island home.
Between one heartbeat and the next, she steps through the veil — not seen, but felt, like a breath against the soul.
His return is no accident.
It is a summons. And she has waited lifetimes for him to answer.
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The Elven Boots Trilogy
Fragments of Silk
The Return of the Queen
The Dark Side of the Sun
Two lost souls: a man carrying the wounds of a loveless childhood, and a fairy queen condemned to immortality for a thousand years. Their love — rooted in the real physics of quantum entanglement — becomes the force that transforms both their worlds.
Published 28 April 2026
A thousand years before she found Alfur, Ria made a promise she could not keep — not then. Now, with love restored and two worlds joined, she and Alfur search for the one left behind: a spirit lost across a chasm of time, waiting to be called home. But recovering what was lost may cost Ria everything she has found.
Publication March 2027
With nothing but a bare hand and grief beyond words, Alfur walks on alone, older now, carrying what was lost, waiting for what was promised. But only a confession long withheld, a journal whose last words dissolve as they are read, and a valley where the boundary between worlds finally falls away — can the triumph of unconditional love be redeemed.
Publication December 2027
Fragments from the Road
These are scattered notes gathered along my wandering path. Here there are fragments of lore, thoughts from the byways and moments when the veil of perception lifts and reality peeks through.
Each entry is one step more on the journey.
What actually flows
Jacob Barandes, a physicist and philosopher at Harvard, who has long argued that quantum mechanics has been telling us the wrong story about what’s real. I thought I would share Barandes’s argument, as it adds depth to some issues that arise in the trilogy: superpositio…
The only Image of the Fairy Queen
Do we all have the same vision of the Fairy Queen, or does she only let us see what we most want to see? True, she is a creature of legend, and the MacLeods of Skye have a special place for her flag, which hangs in Dunvegan Castle, the home of the clan. But has she…
Is Donald Hoffman Correct?
I have had great fun and thinking time reading Donald Hoffman’s (2019) “The Case Against Reality,” or, as his subheading asserts “How Evolution hid the Truth from Our Eyes.” Put like that, I wondered, is this a thriller or a deep dive into non-realist ontology…
A Mother’s Pain
This piece began as the opening of The Return of the Queen — and for a long time, I thought it would stay there. But my long-suffering development editor, Sarah, gently pointed out that for anyone who has already read Fragments of Silk, it works more as a recap than a…
The Entangled Mind
One of the unsolved mysteries of our time is why and how we are conscious. How do we come by this powerful sense of self? How is it we can enjoy the smell of roses, the dazzling colours of a sunset, or the sensual touch of a lover?
How real is real?
How real is real? Can we trust our sense of sight, touch, taste, hearing, and any of the myriad senses that monitor our internal and external environment? With all our interactions with the external world, our senses return to the brain a limited portion of the informat…
What if it were True?
What fascinates me about myths is the question ‘what if they were true?’ How would we explain them if we assume they are true. Some would say you cannot make that assumption. But, lets step outside of our modern orthodoxy and consider why we naturally assume they a…
The Problem of Superposition
At the heart of our reality lies a state of being where nothing is certain. As we slice and dice our material world, we pass through the physical structures, we confront in our daily lives and enter a realm of molecules and atoms from which all things are made.
About the one who walks between worlds
I write about the places where the world feels thin—where a road, a shoreline, or a half‑remembered story can tilt you sideways into something older than memory.
Elven Boots began as a quiet obsession with Skye, its folklore, and the way certain landscapes feel as if they’re looking back.
I’ve spent years moving between disciplines—science, psychology, philosophy, the arts—trying to understand why certain stories lodge in us like splinters of light.
By day, I work with ideas, research, and real‑world complexity. By night, I follow the roads that don’t appear on maps: the ones that lead to fairy queens, forgotten lineages, and islands that refuse to let you go.
Fragments of Silk is the first step on that path: a story about a man with no past, a pair of impossible boots, and an island that remembers him better than he remembers himself.
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