The Marrow Blog

  Rest in Peace Granny It's okay to be sad. It means you loved something enough to miss it. And maybe, if you were lucky, it loved you back. And THAT should make you happy. And it's okay to be happy. My Granny... Where do I even start... Some people aren't even lucky enough to have met their grandparents, much less get to spend so much of their lives with one as I did. Everywhere we went, you went with us. Everything we went through, you went through with us. For the first 27 or 28 years of my life, you were always a walk away. Always. A bend around the lake, the tickle of the willow over my shoulders, the little pond you meticulously kept to my right, and I was there, on your back porch again, and then in your house. Into safety. Into peace, into whatever I needed at any given time. You were very much my room of requirement, throughout so much of my life, you were the door that showed up when needed with what was needed. You were the escape, you were the shade tree, you we...

   The Morgue 1st Draft - Done! Well, well, well… The final period has been placed. The last comma curled into its rightful corner. And the closing moment of existential dread has settled. The first draft of The Morgue —book two in the Wicker Anthology —is officially complete. With Wicker Hill only recently released into the wild, The Morgue now enters the editing phase, with plans to unleash it just in time for Halloween 2025. And that timing feels perfect. If Wicker Hill is the psychological horror of the series—layered with unease, haunting memories, and unraveling minds—then The Morgue is the physical horror. This is the book where things get... tactile. Think body horror. Think the undead. Think liminal spaces soaked in formaldehyde, where the line between life and death is less a boundary and more a suggestion. Think him —the presence you don’t quite believe in... until he’s already inside you. If you love cosmic dread wrapped in flesh, if you’ve ever feared the si...