Welcome Letter: Who I Am and Why I Write

 Welcome to the official blog of Theron Lysandros.

I am a writer of dark fantasy—of worlds where memory burns and nothing is ever truly forgotten.
Stories have always been my refuge, especially during the nights when sleep never came and the world outside seemed impossible to endure. What began as a way to survive my darkest moments slowly became a calling: to create universes where wounds are sacred, where the beauty is found in brokenness, and where hope, if it exists, is always fragile.

My books are not about heroes who conquer or villains who are simply evil. They are about people who endure, who lose themselves and sometimes find themselves again, who would rather remember the pain than live without meaning. I write in English and Spanish, because pain, longing, and memory are languages that transcend borders.

Writing, for me, is both an act of resistance and a kind of healing. Some of my stories were written when I was at my lowest—when I felt more shadow than person. Even now, as I walk the slow path back to the light, I carry those worlds inside me. If I am honest, I do not write for happy endings. I write for the beauty of surviving, for the poetry of what remains after the fire.

Here, you’ll find not only updates about my books, but fragments of my process, thoughts on dark fantasy, writing with mental illness, and maybe a glimpse of hope between the lines.
If you find yourself drawn to lyrical prose, broken characters, and stories that haunt and linger, you are in the right place.

Thank you for reading.
Welcome to the fire, and to what remains after.

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