"What do you want here?" asked Sara. She didn't open her mouth to make a sound either. "Can't I stop and see how my daughter is? Long time I haven't seen you for a long time. A much long time." He stretched the word "much" out. "You are quite ungrateful for all I've done for you." His mouth formed into a smile that looked more like a grin. It resembled a black, bottomless hole leading somewhere, anywhere. 

Sara wrinkled her nose, frowned, and cut him off: "You're not my father. I have a father. I know very well who you are. You have no business here. Go back to where you belong." She said it very sharply, in a tone that brooked no resistance. She fixed her gaze on him. Her eyes and her whole body began to glow strangely. 

The man could feel her gaze burning tiny, tiny holes in his fancy suit, through which the faint light of day shone through. It burned unpleasantly. He started backing toward the door without taking his eyes off her. Slowly, he changed into a shapeless blur that went from gray to turquoise. Then the turquoise blur lined with red, stretched under the door and was gone. 

Sara thought: "You overdid it with the turquoise. You will always be who you are and the color won't make any difference . Mom turned to Sara. "Where has our guest gone? Or did I just dream that someone was here?" Sarah just shrugged. She stroked her mother's cheek and blew her a kiss. "No one's here. You were dreaming."

Sara knew very well who it was. She remembered him from when she was a little girl. He was a shadow. Someone or something that looked like a shadow. It moved like a shadow. A shadow that couldn't be heard. It's there and then it's gone. It could shrink, grow larger, take on any form, or blend into its surroundings. Become invisible. Who would notice a shadow that is so commonplace?

She remembers the room where he imprisoned her as a little girl. A room that had strange, grey walls with light shining through them. The light was strange, too. It was light and it wasn't light. She could see out through the walls. Out there, everything was the same as the walls of her room. Everything was gray and flat. The streets, the houses, the figures, the sky. Only the grey had many shades. From the lightest to the lightest to the darkest. She watched it and didn't understand where it was. What this place was. What she was really seeing.

Sometimes the stranger would come and bring her food. He just appeared out of nowhere. But he never spoke to her. And she didn't understand why he was here. Why they kept her here. What's the point. She tried to figure out how he was doing it. That he's here, all of a sudden. And then he's not. But she was too young to understand how he was doing it.

End of the excerpt.

Dear readers,                                                                                                                                                     you have just finished reading an excerpt from the book "FORMULE OF LOVE".

Let me introduce myself to you as Zohran

In his books, Zohran tells stories about worlds many of us can't see.

As he says, "Everything works differently than we are used to. These worlds are connected to our inner desires and feelings that cannot be grasped by reason. I write stories in which I tell of space and time that many of us do not see, do not understand, even though they are part of each of us. That's why I choose a very different way of communicating what I know and know through books and the stories within them."

Zohran and his mystery stories are like a canvas painted with amazing revelations and mysterious tales that are full of wonder, surprises, secrets, black and white magic, good and evil. They are also about the eternal human desire to be happy, to be loved and to love at the same time. About how every thought, action, desire or love accompanied by the emotion of fear turns the wheels of our lives.