About
Writing under the name C. J. Kerrick, the author explores worlds that feel just a few tomorrows away . . . places where technology hums in the background, grief lingers at the edges, and small, stubborn lights refuse to go out.
Rather than preaching from the page, these stories move by image and atmosphere: the hush of a dim-lit lab, a city that never quite sleeps, the ache of remembered hymns in a world that has forgotten their words.
The work is shaped by lament, but not ruled by it. Every tale presses through the valley, looking toward a horizon that is not yet visible, but certain.