Miranda Renae was not born with a love of books. As a child, she danced around their pages as though they might bite or worse, bore her. Words were chores, and stories lived only on flickering screens. But one day, her father placed a book in her hands. It whispered secrets. It was thrilling. It was terrifying. It lingered. And from that moment on, the words had her.

She became a collector of stories, a seeker of anything that made her feel. No genre was safe. But she always found herself drawn to the dark corners, where fear tangled with desire, where monsters wore familiar faces, and where love was both the weapon and the wound.

By day, Miranda is trapped in a gray cubicle jungle, knee-deep in bureaucratic nonsense. But come night, she dives into the weird, scary, beautiful places inside her mind, building strange new worlds with nothing but paper and ink. Remembering what it's like to be afraid and to fall in love. In a world full of longing, secrets, and the kind of truths that only come out when the lights go out.