Her voice could only live through mine, imperfect and alive.Primitive Beauty began as a son sifting through his mother's journals, a lifetime of raw hope gathered but never shaped, dreams deferred like letters never sent. It became something else. Something harder to name.This is not a finished book. It is the moment before a feeling gets explained. Poems that bleed before they mean anything. Journal entries that catch thought mid-collapse. Fragments from frozen Ottawa shor...

If a single tongue can unify people, then no horizon will hold them. So let us descend and confuse their speech.They scattered us once. They are still scattering us.For centuries the Ouroboros have ruled from the wreckage of Babel, shaping belief, fracturing language, engineering the gods humanity kneels to. They don't need armies. They have algorithms, illusions, and ten thousand years of practice. Hunter Persefoni knew too much. Now his family is gone, his daught...

One morning, people started burning.No warning. No mercy. No way to know if you were next. They called it SHC, and when it was done, it left a world of ash, hunger, and the particular silence where other people used to be.Dante moves through the scorched Colorado wilderness on trembling limbs, eating what the dead leave behind, burning hot enough to disintegrate bone, because that's what this world requires now. Her hands have turned that purplish hue. Combustible, like eve...

I woke at 5:03 a.m. The sun still slumbered in the east while the light scattered everywhere else.Lizzie has survived things that don't have clean names. A house where silence was survival. A sister who bled out saving her. A world that kept stealing, sedatives, memory, ECT, Emma's camera, Emma herself.What nobody tells you about surviving is that it doesn't feel like winning. It feels like standing in a Denver winter smelling wet pavement and pine sap and knowing you'll mi...

I woke at 5:03 a.m. The sun still slumbered in the east while the light scattered everywhere else.Lizzie has survived things that don't have clean names. A house where silence was survival. A sister who bled out saving her. A world that kept stealing, sedatives, memory, ECT, Emma's camera, Emma herself. What nobody tells you about surviving is that it doesn't feel like winning. It feels like standing in a Denver winter smelling wet pavement and pine sap and knowing you'll ...

Her voice could only live through mine, imperfect and alive.Primitive Beauty began as a son sifting through his mother's journals, a lifetime of raw hope gathered but never shaped, dreams deferred like letters never sent. It became something else. Something harder to name. This is not a finished book. It is the moment before a feeling gets explained. Poems that bleed before they mean anything. Journal entries that catch thought mid-collapse. Fragments from frozen Ottawa sh...

Some gods never die. They just rewrite the code.For centuries, the secretive Ouroboros have ruled from the shadows, shaping human history through illusion, algorithm, and carefully controlled belief. Their power has always depended on one thing - humanity never noticing the cage. Until now.When tech billionaire Hunter Persefoni defies their control, his family vanishes without a trace. His daughter, Ember, becomes a ghost in a world that begins to fracture at the s...

Some debts can only be paid in blood. Some loves can only be hidden for so long. And some worlds are built so beautifully corrupt, the only way out is to burn them down.In Mafia Land, crowns are not inherited, they are taken, traded, and tattooed into the skin of those who survive long enough to wear them. Queens govern through fear. Assassins are forged before they are old enough to grieve. And love, that most reckless of currencies, is the one thing no one survives spending twice...

Some debts can only be paid in blood.In Mafia Land, power belongs to queens-ruthless, untouchable, and crowned in fear. When Leonor's lover is executed by the Carlito matriarch, the elite assassin swears vengeance. To bring down the empire, she must seduce her way inside. But desire complicates betrayal, and revenge tastes dangerously like love.Juliet + Juliette: Love in Mafia Land is a sapphic dark romance of passion, power, and betrayal-p...

Primitive Beauty: Author's SketchbookPerformed by Avery Sandoval & J.S. Nathaniel · 10 hrs 15 min · Dual narrationContemplative · Intimate · GothicHis mother kept journals her whole life.She never showed them to anyone.She never finished them.She died.He opened them.What J.S. Nathaniel found wasn't a manuscript. It was a life mid-sentence; raw hope written in the dark, dreams deferred like letters with no address, beauty pressed so ...

Stardust AngelAvery Sandoval & Tara Sandoval · Dual narration · 7 hrs 26 minTrauma · Silence · Grief · SurvivalShe woke at 5:03 a.m. The sun still slumbered in the east while the light scattered everywhere else. She already knew what she had to do.Lizzie has survived things that don't have clean names. A house where charm disguised cruelty and silence was the only safety available to a child. A father whose violence was carefully maintained, a mother who looke...

Juliet + Juliette: Love in Mafia LandAvery Sandoval & Tara Sandoval · Dual narration · 6 hrsLethal · Strange · ObsessiveIn Mafia Land, crowns are not inherited. They are taken, traded, and tattooed into the skin of those who survive long enough to wear them. Leonor was made to disappear people. Forged before she was old enough to grieve, shaped by an uncle whose reach stretches further than his exile would suggest. She buries emotion. She does not ask questions. Until...