When I was a teenager, I rarely saw myself in the stories I loved. Fantasy novels were full of heroes and villains, quests and dragons, but almost never queer characters, and certainly not ones who got to save the world. If someone was gay, it was a secret, a side note, or a tragedy waiting to happen. I didn’t have the language for it then, but I felt that absence deeply. It made me feel like there wasn’t space for people like me in the kinds of worlds I dreamed about. Now, as an adult, I’m determined to change that. I write stories where gay and queer people can be the heroes, where they get the magic, the love, the danger, and the hope that once seemed reserved for someone else.

As a gay man, I try to write with honesty and warmth, capturing the quiet moments of connection that make fantasy feel real. My characters fight for justice, yes, but they also flirt, fall in love, make mistakes, and choose tenderness when the world demands cruelty. Because I believe that compassion is just as radical as rebellion. 

Writing has become more than a craft for me, it’s a way to fill the space that younger me never got to see. Every book I plan to write is a small act of reclamation, proof that queer characters belong in epic stories not as side notes, but as the beating heart of them. I’m excited to keep building worlds where they stand in the light, where love isn’t hidden, and where heroes come in every form the imagination can dream.