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 …
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, …