My name is nicholas cain. My world is gray.

It is filled with doubt, half-truths and indiscretion. Each waking moment is an anxious gasp, each troubled sleep an uncomfortable reprieve. I live where few dare to be tourists, trapped in the shadows of late dusk, that forbidden place where tortured souls come to embrace their dark secrets.

I see it all.

My fiction is a portal to this world. I am a professional communicator and I want to tell stories that do more than entertain. I want to grab you and shake you, put a chill to your spine and slap you so hard the mark I leave on your intellect is seared into your psyche.

Let me twist you. Provoke you. Make you question all you hold sacred. You embrace your conventions; I want to rip them from you. I will give you release. Enlighten you.

My name is nicholas cain. My world is gray.