Hannah is a young British-Pakistani girl living in East London. Her strict household makes it difficult for her to escape from the pressure of being a good daughter. One such pressure leads her on a fairy-tale romance with a guy she meets at the British Museum. He ticks all the boxes except one. He isn't human. He belongs to the realm of Jinns. 
Hannah soon discovers the guy she's falling in love with is a prisoner, bound to an ancient vase for 1000 years for a crime that wasn't entirely his fault. To release the love of her life from his sentence, Hannah must embark on a dangerous journey that will not only break her away from her own family but will also attract the attention of entities in the Jinn world that should never have learned how far a human will go to save the Jinn she loves. 

Don't Say the Jinn Word

We were ushered into a large formal space that resembled a judge’s courtroom. The cloud like flooring gave way to a solid stone base that was flecked with gold dust. Up ahead was a vast raised platform that curved in a semi-circle with a row of official looking thrones behind it. I counted 5 chairs, but they were empty. I looked around the room for the elders but could only see a handful of ushers who doubled as security dotted along the edges of the room.


Over my shoulder, one of our escorting henchmen began a dialogue with the security. Vazar’s canister was handed over to him and suddenly it disappeared. Before I could even consider where it went, the canister appeared on a podium directly ahead of us at floor level.


Chapter 36: The Elders