Hotan’s eyes struggled against the blinding light and searing heat. The intense white horizon of a desert landscape swallowed him. Sparkling

It was another dead Thursday night at the smoke-filled hole-in-the-wall bar, Rusty’s. The bartender set out to look busy, vigorously scrubbi

I gripped the silver dagger, La Dame d’Croc, tighter. Like droplets of blood across the blade, my eyes reflected my desire for its destructi

Author interview by Ink Blots for PopCon Louisville Aug 23-25 2024