Welcome to the Tenebrae in Aeternum, the official archive and storytelling sanctuary for the worlds and characters forged in the great astral conflict. This site was created as both a haven for readers of surreal, mind-bending dark fantasy, and as an evolving chronicle of the vast, layered universes within my books.
Here, you’ll find: Complete novels and serialized stories you can read freely. Illustrations that breathe life into the grotesque and the sublime. A growing archive of lore, character histories, and world maps for those who crave deeper knowledge of the shadows between worlds.
This space isn’t just a portfolio, it’s a living, expanding mythos meant to be explored, discussed, and shared. Whether you're a long-time reader or newly arrived wanderer, I invite you to immerse yourself and uncover the secrets buried within these pages.
So, what might you encounter in Tenebrae?
You might meet a goddess who tends mechanical fae in a garden of decaying ships beneath the burning coal of the Immaculate Father.
You might hear the whispers of an eyeless cat through your bedroom mirror as a wraith deity drives a pillar of ice through the heart of the White City.
You might find yourself trapped within the stomach of the Great Devourer, caught in the clash of engineers dueling for the Pallid Throne. Whatever the case — tread lightly. The cat may be blind, but the abyss is not.
And what about me, you ask?
I grew up in Duluth, Minnesota, staring at anthills, carving pumpkins, and shoveling snow. I now live in Birmingham, Alabama, where I traded my shovel, scoop, and beloved ant farm for microscope slides, 21-gauge insulin syringes, and an Evans blue dye-stained nickel-buttoned loose-collared lab coat.
By day, I’m a researcher studying infectious diseases. My thesis focused on parasitic infections and exploring therapies to combat them. An early fascination with monsters led me here — who knew? These days, I work on blood cancers and test vaccines against viral threats.
But come nightfall, the real work begins. I trade pipette for pen and write about the things that gnaw and slither in the dark. The monster behind the closet door. The flutter of a moth’s wing against glass. The sound of a curtain drawn, or the turning of a page. I hear them. Perhaps you do too.
That's right dear reader, I write surreal fiction. Or is it speculative fiction? I don't know for sure but love composing about time travel and the interdimensional larvae that chew on the fabric of reality and live in Ms. Crawford’s shoebox. Yes, her cat is missing, and she still doesn’t know why. Occasionally, I return to orbit and write light-hearted fairy tales about dragons, mermaids, fairies, and little trolls that eat peach cobbler and live in the kitchen sink. Sorry folks, that’s as down to earth as I get.
Did you know I’ve published several books?
If you enjoy the strange horrors I weave here, consider picking up a copy of The Pallid War or The Oxidized Garden. Every bit of support helps keep the monsters fed, and the lights just dim enough.
As a writer, I try to release new chapters at least once a month. The only ones that refuse to keep a proper schedule are the tales told by the Deacons, those mischievous muses speak when and how they please.
And that’s a wrap. Thank you for stopping by. Feel free to pull up a chair… just don’t touch the rug. I haven’t fed him in a week.