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, being asked to leave 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 the 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. I 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!

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