in four parts

once, there was a rose in a riptide. book the first

have you ever seen a slave in gold chains? i have never seen so much golden slave flesh melted and turned to candle wax.

In your innermost soul, it stings.

short stories and misc stuff. - FOREWARNING: I wrote these three years ago. suffice to say that the writing is not fully edited or smooth. read at your own risk.

"your heart is soft to the touch; i think i'll love you forever."

Boy meets magic. Boy meets death.

"Café Vanellas sits in the middle of a bustling side street just off downtown Montréal, and here's an interesting factoid: it's staffed entirely by elves. " ===== In a world populated by humans, elves, satyrs, dragons, and the spirits of other clans long past, Toriv Vanellas is just a 30-something Montréal city elf trying to make a decent living as a small business owner. Surrounding him are his sometimes overbearing but always loving parents, friends of all kinds, a string of men of varying repute...and a university professor by the name of Mahendra Singh, whose timid exterior may be concealing the man to end the parade of men. A story about family, friendship, identity, duty, love, and coffee. {First draft, as of yet unbeta'd. Cover image by @boysterous.}

"WITCHES bleed black blood." Six individuals. One secret that will shatter their kingdoms.

"I didn't know you had friends like Isaac," Willa said in greeting. "I don't," muttered Jared. Isaac rolled his eyes. "Yeah, you don't. You have //one// friend like Isaac." His voice turned into this stupid mock whisper and he leaned towards Jared conspiratorially. "It's me, by the way."