Here you will find fantasy poems, poetic short stories, and fragments of myth. Some were written in the quiet spaces between my novels. Some are echoes of worlds not yet born. And some were written in the early stages of creating Of Demons and Men, so you may get to know some characters in a different way. I just thought it would be fun to go though my old files and see what I think still carries weight. I hope you enjoy as I share them!

Some souls are not born whole. Some loves are not meant to be gentle. In a secluded world of prayer, discipline, and quiet devotion, a young woman lives unaware that her soul is already being watched. Ancient powers stir in the shadows-some seeking redemption, others seeking control. What god's broke demands repair. Demons who speak in riddles and remember her from before she remembers herself. And destiny begins to press its weight upon her breath. This is not a romance. It is long awaited reckoning. Of Demons and Men is a dark, mythic fantasy about power that answers desire, the violence of being chosen, and the thin, dangerous line between protection and possession.

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 the target? Or am I the gun?