Confidence is a hell of a drug, and for Skylar Evans, the high is magnificent-but the comedown is a total fucking bitch. It starts with the catastrophic snap of a heel and ends with a face-plant into the expensive, custom-tailored chest of a man who looks like he owns the sunrise-and probably the bank you keep your meager savings in. Fresh out of the Ivy League, armed with elite coding skills and a caffeine addiction she refuses to apologize for, Skylar wants one thing only. Control. Over her career. Her future. Her heart. Then she meets Carlos D'Artagnan. He is the devil in a bespoke suit. A predator who breathes strategy and exhales liquid heat, wearing a smile that promises heaven while his silver gaze drags you straight to hell. He is elegance sharpened into a weapon, a towering monolith of power built on a foundation of secrets and scars. The moment his eyes lock onto hers, the air in the room doesn't just thin-it catches fire. In that one, soul-stripping look, Skylar realizes the encryption on her heart has been bypassed; her carefully guarded life is about to be dismantled, piece by agonizing piece. One reckless encounter drags her into his orbit of corporate warfare and whispered betrayals. Carlos thought he had buried the monster he used to be, but the past is a debt that always collects. Now, it's rising to reclaim him, and Skylar is the only collateral he's not willing to lose.

A one-shot written for the Mortuus Hiems 2024 collection

Eyes of Blood transports us to a world where death is not just a threat, but a palpable presence looming over all. With a unique vision granted by a faceless God, the Prophet leads a group of followers through desolate lands, fleeing from an irreversible fate. As they travel through the villages of Cirilia, the echoes of destruction resonate in their footsteps. On the horizon, a bloodstorm approaches, and those who heed its call will be forced to follow a destiny marked by fatality.

I was always a junkie. Courtesy of the Winston family. My parents were always surrounded by tons of dope, that the stuff was practically their pure DNA by the time I, Eliana Winston, rolled around. I frequently stole from pharmacies and drugstores to get the stuff. I've been keeping up a stash of powdered Dilaudid for a while. My favorite part of my whole sting operation was working alone. I always liked not having to share my findings. That was until I met him.

Tales of beauty, longing, and the shadows within. Featuring "Desert Rose", a sultry retelling of Mark Antony and Cleopatra's passionate love affair, told from his perspective.