Hello everyone, 

Welcome to the Tenebrae in aeternum, my repository of surreal mind-bending horror. It shouldn't be surprising to tell you H.P Lovecraft inspires this work. Thus, I must warn you. The tales here involve twisted and evil themes that pure-hearted protagonists cannot overcome. Such is the nature of cosmic horror, but don't despair; you will still find light in the darkness. 

So, what exactly will you experience in Tenebrae?

Well, you may learn about a goddess who watches over mechanical fae in a garden of decaying ships beneath the burning coal of the immaculate father. 

You may hear the whispers of an eyeless cat from your bedroom mirror as the wraith deity drives a pillar of ice into the heart of the white city.

You may find yourself stuck in the stomach of the Great Devourer swept up in the sounds of battle as the engineers duel for the Pallid throne. 

Whatever the case, tread lightly; while the cat is blind, the abyss is not. 

Now, what about me, you ask?

I work as a researcher studying infectious diseases. My thesis was on parasitic infections and testing therapies to treat these deadly diseases. My interest in monsters led me to this career choice; who knew? I now work on cancers of the blood and testing vaccines against viral infections.

Oh, but that's just my day job. At night the real fun begins. Trading pipette for pen, I write about that gnawing hunger of the monster waiting behind the closet door. Do you hear the sound of its breadth, a moth's wing beating against the glass? I do, and it is like the sound of a drawn curtain or the turning of the next page.

Now, as a writer, I upload single chapters a week for each of my works. The only stories I can't promise on a regular clock are the ones told by the deacons. Those mischievous muses speak in their own good time.

Alright, that's a wrap. Once again, thank you for stopping by, and feel free to pull up a chair. Just don't touch the rug; I haven't fed him in a week.