Collab Base Novels & Stories

“The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from you, Banabella, whose name I discovered in my dreams. I beg you in the name of your own god, grant me my wish, and avoid being uprooted from the face of the earth.” The second parchment read: “Because you have hidden Banabella in an unidentifiable place, with the intent of deceiving me, I’ll tread upon your bodies and make your kingdom bare like ordinary earth. Till I see Banabella, the people of Muzagah shall not be privileged to take in air into their nostrils before the sun sets tomorrow. Prince Habeb speaks!’

Emma had said that about Matera — the third thing, the one that arrived after you had learned what the first two meant. "Adrian," I said. "What." "The foundation," I said. "The Brera building. Adaeze's partnership. Élan Living." I looked at him. "All of it — us. This is the collaborative piece." He held my gaze. "Yes," he said. "I know." "You can feel both people in it," I said. "Yes," he said. "You can." We looked at the five objects on the desk.Bowl. Jug. Vase. Plate. The collaborative piece with two people in its walls.