The entire Monstrous trilogy is now available on Amazon, both in Kindle and paperback form! There will be a fourth book (not part of the main series) coming later this year or early 2018 (hopefully!) as well as several volumes of short stories, known as the Monstrous Tales!

A masterpost with links to all of my books can be found here.

If you’re new to the series, Monstrous is a fantasy novel taking place on the planet Paltross, a world of magic, kingdoms, dragons, and beings who shape worlds. The official blurb describes it fairly well:

“Vex Davion was never one to fit in with the people in his home village, not with his mischievous streak and pyromaniac tendencies. No one even knew where he came from- he was dropped off at the age of six with no memory of his previous life and was forced to make do with what he had. Some thought he was a demon, what with the trouble he caused, but most figured- no, most knew- that he was just some child left alone, unwanted by his parents and abandoned. Some believed him to be changed by magic, but Vex himself didn’t put a single thought into it. He was never one to question magic, but he didn’t really believe in its capabilities, and it certainly hadn’t affected him, of all people. Fate’s claws sink into the unexpecting, however, as he stumbles across an abandoned lab out in the wilderness, teeming with magical energy and untapped potential, a place out of time. A single mistake and a bad decision tear Vex’s life apart forever, thrusting him deep into the realm of myth, the world of magic, and the makings of legend, facing a destructive force that could bring even the remaining ancient Creators to their knees.“

Everything can go wrong at a moment’s notice as corruption, monster, and Creator all turn against the only ones touched by fate.

For when you turn yourself into a monster, there is no going back.

I’m a horrible writer but I would write endless poems about namjoon, about the way his eyes shine so bright when he figures out something or when he comes up with lyrics in a matter of minutes. Or the way he drops his head down when he laughs and covers that beautiful smile of his with his hand, or when his whole body flails down and he is shaking because he is laughing too hard over what a member said. Or when his fancafe posts turn into beautiful little poems when he is just talking about his day. He is so beautiful and full of eloquence, he is truly the epitome of beauty and grace.


It was impossible, of course. But when did that ever stop any dreamer from dreaming?

Strange the Dreamer by Laini Taylor

I love this book, despite being completely heartbroken, months after reading it. Definitely a new favourite

Live on Tour 1, SF Setlist:

  1. Ever Since New York
  2. Two Ghosts
  3. Carolina
  4. Stockholm Syndrome (One Direction cover)
  5. Sweet Creature
  6. Only Angel
  7. Woman
  8. Meet Me in the Hallway
  9. Just A Little Bit of Your Heart (Ariana Grande cover, originally written by Harry)
  10. What Makes You Beautiful (One Direction cover)
  11. Kiwi
  12. From the Dining Table
  13. The Chain (Fleetwood Mac cover)
  14. Sign of the Times

So I haven’t seen this mentioned yet, and it’s not really that huge of a thing– but this is just one more element that proves Dean’s absolute hopelessness.

When the angel (but at the time, we knew her as the drunk girl complaining about her “roommate” Becky) was standing by the Impala, she was obviously touching the car– Dean saw her touching the car; and even though my first instinct was to say “Hey! Hands off Baby’s glass” … Dean didn’t say a word. He watched this absolute random person do whatever she wanted, say whatever she wanted, and he just rolled his eyes and continued watching her smudge up his beloved baby’s windows– when in the past, he’s pulled his gun on people for doing much less to that ‘67 Chevy.

And since when does he ever let his baby get that dirty? Even in the worst of times, he took care of his car; and when he didn’t he had good reason: like being dead or a soulless demon.

So, losing everything … losing Cas not only made him neglect his baby, it made him not even care if other people mistreated her.

He doesn’t care because– what’s the point?

This stranger could do whatever she wanted in the thick layer of dirt that covered Baby’s beautiful paint, because to Dean, that’s all he is …

Dirt that covers what’s supposed to be good.

Dirt that takes away the shine.

Dirt … in the end, he’s as good as dirt.

So what’s the point?

This is an appreciation post for the cover of this book. I just bought it and kinda just want to stare at it forever. But honestly it is so beautiful and I thought everyone should see it. I’m also really excited to read the story because I love retellings but most of the ones I read are European, it’ll be nice to read something different.

Book Photo Challenge | November 1st | Fall Favourite

I know, I know I’m so original with this one. But I mean. Come on. We all know this is the falliest out of all of them fally books.

Harry Potter och De Vises Sten - J.K Rowling (Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone)

Fleet Foxes - Can’t Help Falling In Love (cover)

ike a river flows surely to the sea
Darling so it goes
some things are meant to be
take my hand, take my whole life too
for I can’t help falling in love with you

Made with SoundCloud

Dear connorallen94,

I think everyone does to some degree or another.

Career success and artistic skill are only poorly correlated. What do I mean by this? I mean that you have to get a certain level of skill in order to get published/ put in a gallery/ get musical gigs, but after you get to a certain level of competency, greater or less skill doesn’t seem to have any relationship to how commercially successful you are. Other factors begin to take over in exposing your work to buyers, and moreover, the more rarified your skill becomes, the fewer the punters are who can appreciate it. You can turn a beautiful turn of the phrase while juggling 47 themes and delicately drawing an allegory for the pain of man’s condition? Great. Most people won’t notice. And while that additional skill will get you noticed among peers who are also writing beautiful novels with 47 themes and delicately drawn allegories, it is a bad predictor for commercial success. If you use that skill to delicately render specific lizards, for instance, you still run the risk of only appealing to lizard people. But mostly it’s just excess — the average person doesn’t care if Coldplay’s Chris Martin can play Bach’s Cello Suite No. 1 in D on his guitar. (I don’t know if he can. But I hope so.)

This is because in the commercial art world, most consumers are not also artists. Other factors are nearly always more important to the non-artist consumer: a strong story, a topical subject matter, a celebrity name, a catchy tune, a wicked hook, a pretty cover, the creator’s funniness on Twitter, the creator’s ability to speak in public, the creator’s actual and literal hotness because wow, relatability of the themes, a movie tie-in, an omnipresent advertising campaign, availability of the work in places that rhyme with BallMart. 

It’s why you can be an international bestseller without being the best in your field. It’s why you can be an international bestseller without being remotely the best in your field.

Whenever I say this online, people like to shout “what kind of a self-drag!” I suppose because as an international bestseller, I am supposed to think I am 100% fantastic and have definitely earned my title at the top of the heap by some objective measure of wonderfulness. Also because people are weird and possibly don’t understand how self-awareness, confidence, and humility really ought to play well together if you want to be a happy professional artist. It’s crucial to understand just how big of a role you play in your own success. This is so that you can focus on only the things you can control (you can’t make your subject more topical, you can’t suddenly become a famous rock star with a memoir, you can’t guarantee you have a beautiful, eye-catching cover; you can only work on writing faster, writing more accessibly, writing well), so that you don’t take it too hard when all of your career dreams fail to come true overnight. But it’s also to keep you from being a self-aggrandizing asshole about success. You’ve sold millions of books? Great. Remember, Stiefvater, that your skill is only poorly correlated to that number. You wrote a competent-or-better book at a good time for that genre/ subject/ cover/ something, and it took off. Good job, that was nice. Get back to work.

I don’t generally mind this push-pull, actually. Imposter syndrome whispers that I might be a fraud, a just-okay writer wrapped in accolades I don’t deserve. But mostly I think that’s all right: let the voices whisper. The opposite of the imposter syndrome would be letting myself believe that I am entirely to credit for my success, and that’s just as false. The truth is a middle ground, and this truth is also why imposter syndrome doesn’t get in the way of my work. 

Because the truth is this: I’m a writer who works hard, puts down a quarter million words of fiction each year, shows up for work even when life throws health or family or world crises at me, and doesn’t make excuses. Those things aren’t subjective. Those things I can control.

So get to work.