WRITING
Literary, gothic, speculative
There’s nothing wrong with erik heart
A reaper who wants to be a father. An addict who wants to forget everyone he's ever hurt. A young woman grieving the loss of her daughter. These three lives converge in There’s Nothing Wrong for Erik Heart, a debut for fans of Death Note, The Book Eaters by Sunyi Dean, and We Can Never Leave This Place by Eric LaRocca.
“My father, for all he was, wasn’t human. He just knew what being human looked like. A warmth that permeates white teeth. A nod. A well-placed “how are you?” and “I’m fine, thanks.” But if you got too close to him, you would see what I saw now: the cold dark between the gaps in his humanity. Irises that were somehow too black, too deep. Hands that couldn’t hold you. For everything he had given me, I could not escape what my father was: a reaper, a piece of death incarnate.”
We called her incendiary
Fiancés Marcus and Charlotte take on a new level of risk when they encounter a magnetic group of strangers in New York. After being welcomed into their fold, Brooke grows paranoid that a particularly charismatic member, Lucie, is actually a succubus.
“We decided to move in together on our fourth anniversary. Marcus proposed just shy of our seventh. I said ‘yes’ after three seconds, if that, my lips summoning the word as if it answered a different question, as if it hadn’t been a contract. And then, after seven years, nine months, and two weeks of knowing, loving, and digesting everything that was Marcus, I dissolved a pill under my tongue and decided to kill him.”
Borrowed people
After connecting with the sole survivor of a Seattle family's brutal massacre, a young woman unravels how these deaths relate to her father's medical malpractice and his secret interest in the occult. Borrowed People is a work in progress, perfect for fans of The Daughter of Doctor Moreau by Silvia Moreno-Garcia and Our Share of Night by Mariana Enriquez.
“It was strange, because Noa hadn’t been a sad or worried child. She hardly ever cried. She listened to her father and did well enough in school. But if Noa ever turned inward and faced herself, there was a high-pitched scream at the center of her mind, a tearing desire to break free of the skin and sinew that circumscribed her. She felt she was drowning in her own body, like the most dangerous thing in the world was the flesh her soul occupied.”