In autumn of the year two thousand sixteen, I gave morbid birth to; A Scarlet Collection of Monsters and Madmen.
A book that’s taken me nearly a decade to complete with the brilliant help and collaboration of real-life monsters and madmen. The very same monsters and madmen who I fell head over heels in love with, and who captured me and released me long before their dark personal urges buried me in the garden to grow among the wild roses.
Amidst their darkness and passion, I was introduced to my own dark existence, which is an introduction that I never fathomed nor expected along the road to hell. For those who have desired to descend into the insanity and to know the deepest parts of my gothic soul, and where I hid the blood-soaked corpses along the road of vice and transmutation this collection of homoerotic tales awaits your prying and most curiously debauched eyes.