Urban fantasy for the scarred, the overlooked, and the ones who won't kneel. Even to gods.

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Ellis woke up next to an inhuman corpse. Then the real nightmare began.

Ellis Holloway wakes in the dirt with no memory, blood under his nails, and a hunger that won't let him go. It's growing. Changing him. The more he feeds, the less he remembers... except her.

His daughter's face is the last thing keeping the monster at bay. But in the mist of Sauvie Island, even memory can be devoured.

Before the Last Battle of Moytura a suburban Portland island transformed into something wicked.

Step into the mists...

My patients are my heroes.

I spent twenty years in the trenches of addiction and mental health therapy. I’ve seen people face their own personal underworlds and find the strength to rise. I write Celtic fantasy where the Fae are the apex predators of the old stories, the myth is a mirror for the modern wasteland, and the only way out is finding the resilience to heal and stand up for the light. Just like my patients did. My books are a tribute to that strength.

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