I didn’t set out to write a book. I set out to finish. Echoes of Despair wasn’t born from inspiration—it was born from insomnia. From the kind of nights where sleep doesn’t come, but the doubts do. From the ache in your chest that never fully goes away. From the quiet hours when your mind won’t shut up and you …
Falling, Finally Awake
They say when you’re about to die, your life flashes before your eyes. Spoiler alert: it doesn’t. When Xander fell, he didn’t see childhood birthdays or romantic first dates. He saw something far stranger—himself. Clearly. For the first time. It wasn’t peaceful. It wasn’t enlightening.It was raw, brutal clarity. There’s nothing cinematic about plummeting off a fire escape—except maybe the …
Between the Pages – What is Multa Facies
—A book shouldn’t know you better than you know yourself. It shouldn’t hold your secrets, your regrets, your darkest truths… but then again, nothing about Xander Angel’s life makes sense anymore.Enter: Multa Facies—or, loosely translated from Latin, “Many Faces.” This isn’t your garden-variety cursed book from the dusty old library. No, this thing found Xander. On a rainy street corner. …
That Subway Scene…
New York subways can be creepy. We all pretend they’re just a means to an end, but let’s be real—every one of us has made that awkward eye contact with someone who just doesn’t feel right. In Echoes of Despair it starts like that. Xander boards his train like any other tired office drone. Head full of static. Body held …
Sulfur and Shadows – The Gentleman Appears
They say scent is the sense most tied to memory.So when you catch a hint of sulfur—burnt, rotten, ancient—you don’t expect it to whisper your name. You don’t expect it to come with eyes like obsidian wells and riddles that feel more like threats.And you sure as hell don’t expect it to stand between subway cars like it belongs there—untouched, …
Whispers in the Dark: Meet Xander Angel
You ever look in the mirror and not recognize the person staring back? Not because of age, not because of time, but because somewhere along the line… you stopped being you. Maybe you buried yourself under years of routines, expectations, silence. Maybe you got really good at pretending. Until one day, it’s 6:43 in the morning, your face half-covered in …
“Welcome to the Echoes: My Journey from Madness to Manuscript”
If you’re reading this, it means one of two things: either my website has finally risen from the depths of digital oblivion, or you took a very wrong turn looking for cat videos. Either way, welcome—I’m glad you’re here. Getting Echoes of Despair from the murky depths of my imagination into your hands has been one wild ride. Picture this: …