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Due to the nature of my work, I am not at LIBERTY to share the secrets of those who commission me to write. Yet, I will share EXCERPTS and glimpses into the voice behind the pen.

All writing I produce is original and scribed with human hands. The use of Artificial INTELLIGENCE is strictly prohibited by my own moral framework.

It is my Duty to embody each and every character.

It should be known that voices change, depending on the soul that commissions me. Whether by an ancient spell, or upon galactic winds, my voice will differ to your will.

But the soul that writes remains the same.

Writing is a channel.

one that opens up a door

One where heart and vision shadow, a glimpse into another world

To breathe life, and soul upon the page.

To align with the core of each new tale.

To hear the scratch of the beast's claws

It is my gift to smell the damp soil as it rains.

Raking and rattling against the thin, window pane.

To feel the gnaw and woe of grief as death befalls our hero. & to see each moment through. From dew till dusk... as the sun sets upon the stage. And the sweep of crimson fabric marks the final curtain call