Here you will find fantasy poems, poetic short stories, and fragments of myth. Some were written in the quiet spaces between novels. Some are echoes of worlds not yet born. Others were written while creating Of Demons and Men, revealing characters and moments that live between the pages of the story. These are pieces gathered from many years of writing, fragments of imagination, reflection, and myth.

Some souls are not meant for quiet lives. Some loves are not meant to be gentle. Raised within the discipline of a mountain temple, Lingyin believes her life will belong to prayer, work, and the quiet tending of sacred things. But something in the dark has always been watching her. One is hunger: raw and burning with a devotion that could easily turn to madness. The other is patience: observant and already shaping the world around her. Both claim to know her. Both claim she belongs to them. Spirits speak in riddles. Monks speak in silence. And somewhere beyond the veil of this world, something broken is beginning to remember. This is not a love story. It is a reckoning.

I was doing so well. For years I kept myself balanced. For years I kept myself away from anything that could set me off. Then she fell directly into my lap. Jasmine Rose isn't just my rival at work- she is everything my therapist could never have known to warn me about. I only wanted to be a good writer. I only wanted to be a good friend. I only wanted to be a good man. So why did the safety switch off when she smiled? Why did I hear that familiar click when she laughed? Maybe she's too perfect to be toxic. Maybe I'm too damaged to be saved. And if she ever pressed the barrel to my temple and asked me to pull the trigger... I can't promise I'd say no. Which leaves me with one impossible question: Am I the target? Or am I the gun?