Writing is the only thing that makes me feel like a human, a whole person. I love fantasy and horror and explorations of what make us human. I'm passionate about mental health advocacy and dragons. Sometimes I do standup.
In the Valley of the Golden Dawn
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. They have been there for so long now though, that it is difficult to imagine a time when dawn was greeted with anything other than their percussive trumpeting. And as time is wont to do, it has blurred the edges of history with the delicate but invasive tendrils of legend. Just how did they get there? If you ask a priest of the Draconian Order he will tell you some wildly boring tale about the hand of God descending from Heaven to right the wrongs of man with these conduits of heavenly power. Conduits, it must be pointed out, who have no interest in Heaven or priest, let alone their very aggressive god. If you ask an acolyte from the Society of Flame they’ll tell you a mysterious cosmic event brought with it a pantheon of eggs, birthed by the great Mother on a distant star. Historians from the Eternal Archives can never agree enough to come up with a comprehensive story of their own so people have stopped asking them, despite the fact that they are the only ones with access to the dragons themselves. That is the great crux of finding truth. Facts are never as persuasive as feelings or the beliefs they harness.