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Dear readers, welcome to my writer’s website!

Here you can find various short stories, selected snippets from some novels I’m currently working on, as well as other interesting publications or even the occasional blog post. The site is bilingual and contains texts both in Bulgarian and English language.

If you are feeling adventurous and want to learn more about my primary work of fiction, Anrand’aris, you can dive further into the depths of worldbuilding by visiting the subpage dedicated to it. I promise that you won’t be disappointed!

I wish you a pleasant reading experience and I will be happy if you leave feedback!

Boris Khan

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The Heart of Anarand Saga in English!

The expansion of The Heart of Anarand continues! I am currently finalizing the English editions of the first three books in the saga. Expect the releases in 2026, brought to life with stunning new cover art by Petar Penev. Watch this space for exclusive reveals coming soon.

Latest Writings
Academy Ruins
Анаранд'арис • Anarand'aris
Boris Khan

Forgotten Secrets – Part 1

The invisible tentacles of the morning chill crept through my thick layers of clothing, brushing against my skin like the unwanted caress of an old, painfully familiar love. The cold morning mocked the timid rays of Kalys and their attempts to warm the Wastes as it stirred to life. Most of them never reached the damp earth down here, lost amidst the shadows of dense vegetation and the scattered ruins of Ra’Tradaan. Like the bones of a long-forgotten corpse, greenish and rotted, the remnants of solitary walls, columns, and other unidentifiable structures protruded from between the intertwined trunks of ancient maaka trees and various low-lying local flora.

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Our Wicked Game
Анаранд'арис • Anarand'aris
Boris Khan

Our Wicked Game

Over the past year, the echoes of Anarand’aris have begun to take a new form: music. I’ve been crafting lyrics that dive deep into the lore of my fantasy world and the shadowed hearts of my characters, and I’m thrilled to start sharing them here.
“Our Wicked Game” in particular is a personal favorite. Designed as a high-tempo tango duet, it captures the razor-edged emotional tension between Kael and Ra’maen. It’s intended to be a desperate dance of power, desire, and deception.
Read through the lyrics below—I’d love to learn how you ‘hear’ the rhythm in your head!

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Codex
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Boris Khan

Page Turner Awards 2025

I am thrilled and humbled to share that my manuscript, An Echo of Scarlet Song—the English version of my first book in The Heart of Anarand Saga, has been selected as a finalist in the international 2025 Page Turner Writing Awards!

A huge thank you to the judges and the entire team at the Page Turner Awards for this opportunity. And, as always, my deepest gratitude goes to everyone who has supported my work along the way. Your encouragement is the fuel that keeps my creative fire burning.

Congratulations to all the other talented finalists! It’s an honor to be in your company.

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Forest clearing
Анаранд'арис • Anarand'aris
Boris Khan

Eternal Call

I wrote this beautiful song as an inspiration for Ra’maen’s own alluring melody that she uses to enchant Kael in the beginning of The Heart of Anarand Saga. The lyrics are a creative translation from the original language, Et’el, but I feel they represent precisely the spirit of her song. I hope you’ll enjoy it!

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D'al Vorat
Анаранд'арис • Anarand'aris
Boris Khan

An Old Song

I sprinted toward the song, summoning all the strength I could muster. The distant, melancholic melody filled the air with a heady blend of longing, fear, and temptation. Ahead, the nocturnal forest unfolded like a half-forgotten dream, its shadowy branches clawing at the air like the restless hands of nameless phantoms. A cold wind swept past, brushing my face with whispers of long-forgotten promises.

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Academy of Magic
Анаранд'арис • Anarand'aris
Boris Khan

Hunger

The radiance of the place drew him in with irresistible force, like a carrion worm lured by the sweetness of decaying flesh. It was almost blinding in its intensity, rendering the towering white spire’s outlines hazy and tantalizingly unreal. So much magic, so many humans whose blood and marrow thrummed with its presence. And they were only a stone’s throw away.

His entire being ached to go there, to step inside and surrender to an endless, unrestrained feast.

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