I am just a nocturnal wordsmith experimenting at the crossroads of genres. 

I write where sci-fi bleeds into dark fantasy, where fairytales grow thorns, and where enemies collide in ways that'll fog up your kindle. Short stories are my love language, though longer tales sometimes demand to be told.

You'll find me writing while the world sleeps, fueled by winter nights and rainfall, with three cats supervising my chaos. My stories tend to chase shadows. I find beauty in melancholy and heat in hatred.