I write New Adult Fantasy tales.

"They" don't have names - they don't need them.

They have watched us for centuries, threading through our wars, our dreams, our hungers. I write their stories. Not myths. Not fantasies. Warnings.

These beings do not fall.
They shift. They choose. They unmake.
And every choice leaves a scar across the world.

New chapters every Friday (because I like keeping you waiting).

Comment if you dare - I read them all. Bonus points if you make me pause.

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When Norah Lightleigh starts experiencing strange lapses in time, faces she half-remembers, and voices whispering her name, she assumes it's just exhaustion. However, the fractures in her reality widen when she learns she isn't entirely human. Born of both Angel and Demon blood, she is the first Potentate in centuries. Coming to that conclusion was just the first hurdle it seems, as she is the 'only' being capable of bridging the realms torn apart by a celestial war.