I’d had a short, troubled sleep. While I don’t need much rest, I needed more than I’d got. I’d been bombarded with film images, struggling with a blackmail operation just like the evil SPECTRE organization in the James Bond movies. The faces of the company chairmen, whoever they were, didn’t appe...
I hesitated to have it spread it on my face. “First, we’ll apply a skin tonic made of bijapura, I mean citrus medica and jayanti, that is to say sesbania seban,” she began. The liquid used to cleanse my skin smelled wonderful, but had a disgusting c...
Hüseyin lived in the back part of Çağlayan. With a view of the Golden Horn. It looked onto what was left of the legendary Sadabad District, that fairy-tale citadel of history books. The apartment was in a multistory building, and even though it was fairly new, it already looked worn down because ...