I've been published in such publications as Suspense Magazine, Lycan Valley Press, The Fictional Cafe, Drunk Monkeys, Red Fez and others. I've currently self published three novels. I plan to release more shorts and novels. Honestly, I'm just a wisp of smoke gliding across the astral plane, purposely creating thoughtful stories to keep you up at night.


In the year 814, the country of Ashovania is reaching a tipping point in a 100-year civil war. Both factions, Avalon, and Alastair, are battling over the illustrious and mysterious Arcane Rune, which is said to bring prosperity to the soil of the planet. However, things go wrong when the king of Avalon is killed, and his son gains control of the kingdom. He is unfit to helm the war, almost dooming Avalon completely.  Not to mention that he's been suffering from hallucinations of a demon. The story revolves around several people in the country, their connection with the rune, and the explanation of what the demon actually is. 

Ashovania's Demon

"It matters not, because...Avalon has turned on itself. With the Prince gone, granted he was a horrible leader. But that's what Avalon was used to. Laws, regulations. (Singing) But place a new face in the midst of war and watch the inner turmoil implode them all. We will strike within three days, and I guarantee Avalon shall fall."


"Three days won't make a difference. We can round up tonight."


"Are you challenging me, Drago? Insolence I hear in you. Rejoice with me, it is your only option."


Lord Quinn stalks over to the other half of the Palioxis ruby placed on his nightstand. Phallic in appearance. Drago looks on coolly, falling apart internally. Lord Quinn hovers his hand over it slightly as a burst of scarlet emerges. Drago's chest now flashing red. 


"I allowed you to humiliate my family. I granted you access to all. Do not question my word. In seventy-two hours...all will burn."


Chapter 44