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

"You are more than welcome to join us, and you can keep Kip company. Pack your bag, we are headed to Oskea."


The bright yellow star slowly rises at the Hill of Sorrowleaf, 


...creating a burnt sienna sky. Shedding sweet light on Atagi's edgy, sore face. He is on the frontline, three hundred yards from Avalon territory. He swallows his spit, it taste like fear and cowardice hatched a youngling.


Hordes of Alastair soldiers stretch wide on both sides. Thousands behind him. Some wielding steam-powered rifles which have been modified to resemble twelve-shot matchlock revolvers. 


Others holding crossbows, and long spears, amongst other weapons. Towards the middle of the swarm is


two high flagpoles showing the Alastair symbol. Goliaths on steel leashes mixed into the gathering, next to the necromancers. Shirtless hulks strapped with war drums waiting to be pounded. The ENTIRE Alastair army, leaving their home defenseless. 


Chapter 49