About Me:

Drinker of coffee, lover of mint, meddler in many fandoms. Hoarder of whump and scribbler of crack. Disciple of Photoshop and Manga Studio. The once and occasional gamer. Wordsmith. Worldbuilder. Typing will never be complete without the sharp clack of mechanical keys. Sucker for villains-turned-reluctant-heroes, and heroes that walk in shadow. Addicted to those little tins of solid perfume, to pines and resins and black, sticky incense. Myrrh glowing upon hot coals. Wandered into Resident Evil and developed Stockholm Syndrome for dark, grungy hallways spattered in blood. Peered too long into the golden abyss of Warframe until one day, the abyss peered back. The rhythm of a hammer deep in the forges of Mt. Doom. Mandalorian iron and crimson lightsabers, because the Force is Forever.

After you’ve perused the menagerie, head on over to my DeviantArt Gallery (under the same name). A lot of my stories have, or will have accompanying illustrations. While you’re there, take a stroll through my Favorites. There you will find over nine years of sedimentary layers, a chronology of fandoms newly kindled to flame, those that faded to memory and smoldering embers, and those which are everlasting...

"It's the honesty of these worlds, ruled by magic and mighty swords, that makes my soul long for the past."

"The humans have forgotten the Gods, destroyed the earth, and for what? Parking lots... shopping malls... greed has burned a hole in their hearts that will never be filled. They will never have enough!"