Sergen Sancak

Sometimes, a building is more than stone, wood, and glass. Sometimes, a hotel becomes a vault for time -a place where memories settle like dust, and those who stay behind become part of its silence. The Imperial Hotel is not merely the story of a fire. It is a story whispered by time itself -a man's struggle to uncover the truth before he fades into his own shadow. Behind the scent of lavender lies the weight of memory, a clock that stops each night at the same minute, and a dialogue that continues within the heart of a building long after it's gone.
This novel reminds us that truth is not always seen - sometimes, it is felt in silence. Like footsteps echoing through marble halls, this story drifts between past and present, between dream and confession. It is not about what was lost in the fire -but about what survived within.- Sergen Sancak