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.
Major William Eliot Furness (1839–1913), Harvard Class of 1860, joined the 3rd Regiment U.S. Colored Troops in 1863, was promoted Captain in the 45th Regiment, and rose to Major and Judge Advocate in 1865. His war ran from the second siege of Fort Wagner through Olustee, Mobile Bay, and the campaign before Richmond, with staff service under Generals Gordon, Birney, and Weitzel.
Furness died on July 19, 1913, at Great Spruce Head Island, Maine, the island where his grandsons, the artists Eliot and Fairfield Porter, would spend their summers. A century later, during Art Week in the Porter family house, James identified his unpublished 88-page memoir: typed by the family in 1954 and never examined by scholars.
James serves as editor, preparing the memoir for transcription and permanent archival deposit in cooperation with the Porter family. The documentary record includes an 1866 letter in Furness's hand and his memorial notice, published by the Military Order of the Loyal Legion of the United States in 1914.
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 New York State Parks and Black Gotham Experience collaboration exploring Black life in Revolutionary-era New York. 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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