When Dora Harding purchases a rare desk at her best friend's antique shop in New York, she never expected there to be an old letter written on the Titanic, in a part of the cabinet that was supposed to be closed shut. And even more so, she never thought that the letter would be addressed to her.

New Orleans native Corinne Broussard still hasn't gotten over her ex-fiancé two years after he left her for another woman. She has tried hard in the past to get over him, but she's still hung up on him and frequently dreams of them getting back together again, though the dreams are weird to her. Her ex-fiance is in old-fashioned clothes and so is she. Though, in the dreams there is always someone else there. Another man. Someone familiar, yet unfamiliar to her. It's always the same dream too and ends in a massive housefire.

Everything changes when in the French Quarter around midnight, Corinne hears an unusual chamber orchestra in the middle of Jackson Square during Mardi Gras. After the candelight chamber orchestra concert is over, in the midst of it all, she literally runs into a frantic stranger, one of the musicians who claims to have had his flute stolen. It's the other man that she's been dreaming of for the last two years.

Three years after the dissaperence of Rose's father and the loss of her voice and memories she had stapled together something resembling her old life until she was introduced to a world of actual magic existing between the cracks of her city. Forced to come to terms quickly with her new reality or risk losing the only lead she may have to find her father she joins the Devil's Advocates a team of young adults fumbling through life. All led by an ambiguous old man who goes by the moniker Joker. Follow Rose, Kairo, Lonan, Benni, Lobo, and Ermellia as they survive the twisted games the city has in store playing their roles as the Devil's Advocates.

*Blurb*

I felt myself begin to sway the thirst grew stronger matching the intensity of the music. When I couldn't take much more a set of drums joined the symphony. I felt each bang vibrate through my skull I knew I had to drink. Greedily I tip the cup back swallowing what I thought would be warm but to my surprise, the thick liquid was chilled. I shut my eyes tight it seemed the music stopped the moment the last drop passed my lips. The thirst was gone and my head felt steady if anything I had a light buzz.

A short story based off of this writing prompt: You're the last follower of a long forgotten god who can no longer recruit new faithful. Once you die they will "die" too, so weak as they are they do what they can to extend your life, overstepping the usual boundaries between worshipper and deity.

This is a short story based off of this writing prompt: The wisest Oracle in the land has called for you a simple therapist. Upon your arrival he collapses and runs his hands over his face. Through tears he exclaims “I just don’t know what I’m doing anymore.”

A series of five bedtime stories set in a cold winter time. A bit of realism,a bit of magic, created for young children and readers.

An elite private high school.

A city full of secrets.

A game that might destroy reality as they know it.

Riverbero is an urban jungle teeming with secrets and home to the prestigious Kingsbluff College Preparatory: an upper secondary boarding school, a congregation of society’s best and brightest, and a perfect escape for one Chase Nakahara. ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Evelyn is a lonely teenage girl curious about a branch of dark magic that can create another soul inside your body. Despite the strong warnings, she gives it a try, and her attempt creates Nico- a seemingly malicious and powerful entity who inhabits and possesses her body with her. And what's worse, she doesn't know how to get rid of him.