Greetings, mortals. It is I,  S. J. Locke.

I live with my cat, my other cat that is probably plotting to kill me, and the demon I have trapped in my basement. I enjoy Tim Burton films, morbid Victorian history, visiting cemeteries and cathedrals, and ice cream. (by far the greatest human innovation since the Iron Maiden.) My hobbies include yearning, despairing, and staring at a blank page with a pen that has replaced my soul.

I have devoted my miserable existence to the written arts, and dare I say, I have become a fine specimen of literary excellence. That said, I do not condone abuse, and reserve both the rights to my work and the right to smite you should you dare to insult me.

Gaze upon my work, ye mighty, and despair!

And for those of you that keep a Hit List...

I have one too.

Follow me to join the cult- I mean, literary-minded family.