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

The fog around in my head began to swirl, it gathered pace and created a tornado that jumbled all my thoughts. Images flashed by as if a microfiche was on repeat behind my eyelids. I pushed through them and reached high above for an opening to escape the vivid visions. Then suddenly, I was drifting up, up and finally conscious enough to know it was all just a dream.


My eyes snapped open and I was staring at a familiar ceiling. The single bulb in the center threw a bright yellow hue over the artex design above me. I sat up and slid my legs over the bed, my feet landed softly on the rough fibers of a carpet I had grown up with. Fully awake now, I took stock of where I was and let out a sharp cry. I was home. In my old bedroom. In Seven Kings. My hands flew up to my face and I slapped my cheeks repeatedly hoping to wake up. My face stung as the blood rushed to the surface. I was not dreaming. I was fully awake and somehow back in London.


Chapter 43: The Homecoming