Ashes and Ink – Author’s Reflections by Theron Lysandros

 This is where I speak without plot.

A space for what lingers after the story ends. For the things I didn’t know I was writing until the book was already done—and I was left staring at the ash-covered pages wondering what part of me I’d buried in them.

These reflections are not promotional. They’re not summaries.

They’re memories in disguise.

In every book I write, there’s a truth I didn’t mean to confess. Here, I sit with those truths. I look them in the eye.

You’ll find entries about heartbreak disguised as fantasy, grief woven into worldbuilding, love threaded through silence.

If you’ve read my work, welcome behind the curtain.

If you haven’t, you’re still welcome—some stories begin with the echoes, not the words.

Let this be a quiet room in the house of fire and ink. One where you can breathe.


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