She Who Holds the World

I've done my best to include as many content warnings as I can here, but I can't guarantee that I...

I didn’t like walking down Houston’s streets at night. To be fair, Houston’s streets didn’t have ...

No one likes to travel. I don’t mean visiting other places and enjoying what pleasantries could b...

Two days in wine country. Sounds great, right? It was, for the most part. Our rooms were the pin...

So what if I’d fallen into a crevasse, getting myself into a dangerous situation I’d have made fu...

I’d never liked snow. One of the small advantages of living in Houston had been that I’d rarely s...

I’d always had the strangest dreams, a symptom of being a writer, I thought. I spent my free time...

Something warm and furry flopped onto my chest, and I squirmed beneath it. “No, Beau,” I mumbled...

The pressure in my head relented a few hours and several ink cartridges later. I should probably ...

The retaining wall that held Colavar aloft served as a detractor for anyone who might want to inv...

My first clue about what I’d find at home was mussed snow. I’d gotten used to my widened prints a...

Tracking the strangers was more difficult than I’d anticipated. I’d learned how to recognize the ...

A horse had kicked me in the chest. That was the only explanation for why my lungs were crying wi...

I thought I’d find a picture of ferocity in Kilkeid. I thought I’d see a palisade around it with ...