Enanika: Close Call

Here are the next chapters of Enanika. They are the last chapters of Part 1, and the last ones to be shared until Enanika is published later in 2026. You can currently read all of Part 1 here.

Chapter 17: The Falls

When Anu woke, she stood and moved with ease. Her body, she realised, was unnoticeable — as young bodies generally are.

After several weeks of being sixty-six-year-old Anna, she had returned to thirty-three-year-old Anu during the night.

Which was just as well, because she and Enlan had decided to go back to Fat Cow Falls that day. Enlan had been feeling very Earthbound and hoped he could connect with Enanika again in the pool. The cliff would be far easier for Anu to navigate than Anna.

“Have you lost something?” Enlan asked when they met at the entrance to the falls.

Anu frowned slightly and tilted her head.

“No. I don’t think so.”

He smiled, waiting. “A few years, maybe.”

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Enanika: When Time Does the Travelling

Here are the next chapters of the book I’m currently writing — Enanika: Visionary Fiction. As the summer crowds leave Milkwood, Anu feels the gap between herself and Enlan growing. Enlan sinks further into Earth life, and his connection to Enanika is slipping. Anu continues her astral journeys to the Hermitage of Ling-Shi-La, a place beyond time. But on this visit, she encounters an unexpected problem — one that will add to the tension already unfolding between her and Enlan.

Chapter 10: Earth Bound

Three months had passed. 

It was approaching the end of January, and Milkwood exhaled. The summer holiday deluge of Christmas, New Year, and the long school break eased as the new school year drew closer. 

In the cafe, orders came a little more slowly. People stood at the counter a little longer. There were more familiar faces and fewer unfamiliar ones. 

Milkwood always had visitors. It was that kind of town. On any given day, there were groups of women in their fifties on weekend getaways, walking slowly, laughing loudly, lingering over menus. There were young couples who had driven out from the city for a second or third date, treating the drive as part of the special romance. There were thirty-year-old dreamers who peered out cafe windows and imagined their one-day move to the country. There were older couples — well-dressed, unhurried — moving in and out of shops, touching things, considering, buying art and luxuries. And there were honeymooners. 

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Enanika: Visionary Fiction—The Earth Crossing

A rainbow crossing, a chai, and a familiar face — Anu’s first real steps on Earth begin.

We’ve spent the beginning five chapters of Enanika travelling with Anu through the fascinating, vibrant world of Enanika—watching her prepare for her first solo mission, learning about Contact Callers, and witnessing the mystic power of the Seed-of-Life sculpture, the living geometry capable of carrying a being from one realm to another.

Now, in Chapters 6 and 7, Anu steps into Milkwood—a thriving rural town of mineral springs and rainbow crossings, a haven for artists, healers, LGBTQ+ folk, and colourful nonconformists. Here, she begins her Earth-life in earnest, navigating some very human challenges and meeting someone she never expected to find on this planet.

Chapter 6: Milkwood

On Earth:

Milkwood hadn’t always been the colourful, open-hearted, and open-minded place Anu was stepping into. For most of its history, it was a regular country town—quiet, modest, shaped by old farming families and the remnants of a brief gold rush that had fizzled out more than a century ago. The land held stories of hard work, family orchards, and sheep, cattle, and dairy farms. People came and went, but nothing much changed. Milkwood was the kind of place where everyone knew everyone else, and new ideas arrived slowly, if at all. 

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Enanika: Visionary Fiction—Seed of Life

In Chapters 4 and 5 of Enanika, we learn of the ancient Seed of Life sculpture and the frequency technology that links worlds. Anu discovers that Earth carries a more intimate connection to Enanika than she realised.

Chapter 4: Seed of Life Sculpture

Closing the door of her cottage, with one last lingering look at her cosy, dear home, Anu greeted the callboy.

“Morning. You’re early.”

“Never early or late,” he replied with a wink. “Always right on time.”

She fell into step beside him as they walked towards the hilltop. The air was still and honey-scented. The moss beneath them was soft, absorbing the sound of their footsteps.

“I see you’re travelling via the Seed of Life sculpture,” said the callboy. “Not a ship?”

“I prefer the subtle to the showy,” said Anu.

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Enanika: Visionary Fiction—The Marketplace

🌍✨ A new story begins…

It’s always an exciting moment to begin a new story.
Here is the start of my new fiction series, Enanika.
It carries the same mystical, otherworldly tone as the Waldmeer Series—yet it’s set in a completely different world. 🌿🕊️

In the opening chapter of Enanika, we meet Anu in her natural world — a peaceful, advanced planet where telepathy is normal, harmony is effortless, and daily life moves with an inner hum of presence.

Chapter 1: The Marketplace

Moving with untroubled ease through the open-air market, Anu’s short chestnut bob brushed just above her shoulders. Sunlight caught her blue eyes, clear as the surface of a calm mountain lake. 

Anu was thirty-three.

On Enanika, age does not carry the same weight as it does on Earth. Time is not something accumulated so much as something moved within. Even so, there is a specialness about thirty-three in both worlds. On Earth, it marks the settling of adulthood, when certain things — for good or bad — begin to solidify. On Enanika, it is also a threshold: a time when what had been practised, learned, and played with can now be lived, explored, and embodied in new, profound, and challenging ways. It is a gateway.

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