the stories that survive because someone chose to protect them quietly.
Wishing you a gentle night.
the stories that survive because someone chose to protect them quietly.
Wishing you a gentle night.
I became a writer because I wanted to hear it speak.
I became a writer because I wanted to hear it speak.
I study what survives—fragments of stone, broken texts, half-remembered gods—and I write about what doesn’t.
I study what survives—fragments of stone, broken texts, half-remembered gods—and I write about what doesn’t.