book – Meraki

Where Rituals Should Die

There is a curse in love– To walk miles in shoes stained red with your blood, to break bones and rip flesh to simply be […]

I swear I taste the stars when I kiss you– sharp bursts of light accompanied by the acrid taste of marlboro cigarettes. It’s haunting, really. […]

“Girlhood.” You say kindly. And I flinch at the lilt in your voice. A girl knows no kindness. Waking with thighs drenched in blood, Head […]

Where is the line between a desperate saint and a grieving sinner? You stand across the room from me and all I can wonder… is […]

Passion is the thing that kills the soul. The day the music died, I was seventeen– staring down at a blank page, bleeding letters I’d […]

-The Mage- The Royal Mage of Adrastos despised the walls of the Kallonian Palace. The Palace of the Empress. It was an ostentatious thing of […]

There was a carcass rotting behind rusted iron bars. The sharp tang of blood spiked through the air, wafting over the decrepit musky scent of […]

The night air was frigid with the rising scents of winter and the reek of blood and vomit. Ezhilan Marai stared down at his son, […]

…A cataclysmic culture grew, however, unaware of a dark, slumbering secret.