Thank you for taking a chance on me. Not the polite, casual kind of chance — the kind that buys tickets in the dark, sits in the first row, and refuses to leave until the lights tell a different story.

Agents, publishers, producers, auteurs, and the people who greenlight midnight ideas: this page is my little stage. Consider it both gratitude and provocation. I write where sympathy thins and truth sharpens; I hand you a character and ask you to believe the unsavory thing you now love.

If you are the person who placed a finger on this name: thank you. If you are the person who will place a finger on this name — that means you are reading this — then hello. Send me a short note: who you are, where you sit, and how you like your monsters: loud, quiet, human, or otherwise.