My new book must actually exist because:
Just finishing this damn thing:
It’s a supernatural fantasy novel I’ve been working on for the past few months-when I wasn’t either travelling or working on my next project The Long Way to Dawki (my next travel book)
So, it’s been a busy time. However, the new book is available for pre-order now, and will go live next Monday.
Description: The city of Humayunpur, long ago the capital of a powerful dynasty of Central Asian conquerors, lies all but forgotten in a dusty, overlooked, corner of South Central India. Within its crumbling medieval walls, vast tombs and ruined palaces tower above a dense warren of small houses and narrow streets. Once a city of tremendous wealth and influence, Humayunpur has faded into impoverished obscurity.
It’s a place with dark secrets, where the locals whisper stories of spirits, demons, and mad sorcerers.
Now, a travel photographer from abroad finds himself stranded in the lost city. All around him are the mute remains of its glorious, bloody, past. As he peels back, layer by layer, the mysteries of Humayunpur’s decline and fall, he discovers the ruins hide far more than just forgotten history. Everything that he thought he knew about the world is turned on its head.
He finds that something lives still in the ancient tombs of Humayunpur.
This is the second book by Patrick A Rogers, author of The Green Unknown: Travels in the Khasi Hills
Just a shot of the inside of a lighthouse in Mahabalipuram, Tamil Nadu.
While my mom and I were in Chennai, we happened to have the opportunity to see a festival called Thimthi, in which people fire walk in honor of a Goddess by the name of Draupati Amman…the info I’ve gotten as to who Draupati Amman is is somewhat contradictory, some people saying that she’s a figure from the Mahabharata, others that she’s a local God who pre-dates the arrival of Aryan culture in South India.
Either way, at the festival, people claiming to be possessed by the spirit of the goddess come and walk on hot coals, and, possessed or no, the firewalkers certainly achieve some form of altered state.
High contrast in Turtuk. The view here is due east, across the Shyok River Valley.
The Dharmaraja Ratha, an 8th century temple in Mahabalipuram, Tamil Nadu.
While this might look like architecture, what it actually is is a single great big granite boulder that was carved into the shape of a temple. You can see from the rougher looking stonework on the columns on the left side of the structure that it was never finished, which is a common feature of the monuments in Mahabalipuram.
Turtuk is a small, ethnically Balti village situated only a few kms from the de facto border between India and Pakistan.
The village is at the bottom of the Shyok River Valley, ‘Shyok’ being a Turkic, apparently Uyghur, word meaning ‘death.’ The region is almost mind-mindbogglingly harsh, with thousands upon thousands of square miles of lifeless desert, leading up to glaciated peaks. Yet, I suppose because of the harshness, Turtuk is strikingly green. The village has been inhabited for centuries, and it seems that over that time the Baltis have perfected irrigating in the harsh desert in order to grow, off all things, lots and lots of apricots.
The village is about a 7 hour drive from Leh, Ladakh.