1947. The war is over—but some doors stayed open. When a deniable unit is sent to a ruined pagan village in the Peak District, silence isn’t just eerie—it’s enforced. What they find buried beneath the chapel rewrites the rules of engagement… and forges the first clause of the Monster Accord in blood.
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How Memory Wars began — from a simple what-if to a fractured future where memory is currency and survival means remembering who you are.
Writing Memory Wars Read More »
How trail running helped me rebuild after the military — one mile at a time, through silence, struggle, and the search for peace.
Why Trail Running Became My Therapy Read More »
Writing became a way to survive — a way to face memory, trauma, and silence, and turn it into something that might outlast the scars.
Why I Write: Running, Memory, and the Battles No One Sees Read More »