Welcome to My Grimoire

Some choose to call them blogs or journals —
but neither of those titles seem to fit the darkness that lives in my inkwell.

So, grimoire it is.

A place where whispers drift in like fog through the pines,
where shadows don’t just follow you…
they tell stories —
their haunted memories curling at the edges like burned paper.

If you’ve found your way here, you may already be familiar with my writing —
stories that feel like someone (or something) is listening with you,
just on the other side of the veil…. If so, you’re in the right place

And now, a small warning…

Some words are doorways…. Once you’ve read them, there’s no going back.