Fantasy about what it costs to be right — and what remains when divinity and politics burn each other down.
Origin.
Remnant.
Doctrine.
Welcome In.
I write stories about what remains after power, faith, and love burn each other down—and what it costs to be right. My worlds are lush and sharp-edged, filled with dragons, devotion, and the fragile, persistent hope that something tender can survive the fire.
I live in Virginia, tucked between bookshelves and three very opinionated dogs. I believe in slow mornings, green rooms, and the kind of stories that sit with you long after the last page—the ones that make you see the world a little more honestly, even if it hurts.
My writing isn’t about heroes so much as humans—flawed, bright, and trying. I want readers to feel both haunted and held, to recognize themselves in the cracks of my worlds, and to remember that beauty and brutality have always shared the same breath.
If you’re here, pull up a chair. There’s tea. There’s time. Let’s talk about stories that refuse to let go.
