Here Be Dragons

Please note that these pages contain sexually explicit text content, all of it fictional, much of it ~problematique~. Grown men fuck teenage boys; teenage boys seduce their fathers; men and boys take what they want by force if they can’t have it by persuasion. All this is done in a moral world where the two—force and persuasion—are hard to tell apart; a world, I might say, where might is right, lust is love, and flesh is money. Caveat lector.

This site was born of vanity: a writer’s belief that her fanfiction stories might appeal to readers outside her fandom, and even to those outside fandom as a whole.

I won’t pretend to a modesty I don’t feel. If I’m proud of my taste and proud of my stories, then what can I conclude but that my little efforts live up to my lofty standards? And what can I do, meeting you, dear Reader, but say to you (loving you with all my heart) that I think they should, as well, to yours?

Dear Reader: you of the exquisite taste. Give me a try, even if you don’t give a fuck about my fandom or, for that matter, about my twined obsessions: Lust, Beauty, and the Divine.

But I suspect you do give a fuck about Beauty. What is it, after all, that makes taste exquisite? I suspect you know beautiful prose when you see it. Do you like it spare? Do you like it pellucid? Do you like it purple?

In terms of genre and of tone: Do you like fairytale? Classical myth retold? Cuteness and humor?

If I have a range, it’s not just because I contain multitudes. It’s because I love Beauty, in all its manifestations.

If you, stopping by, are open to a Just Trust Me: I put my heart and soul into this.

Love me, love my dog, some say.

I say: Love my stories—and love me too.