BEHIND THE FILE: WITCHAXE
The Bond, the Blood, and the Burn
Let’s get one thing clear up front:
Don’t mistake it for a love story.
Yes, Witchaxe was born from one of the deepest connections I’ve ever had.
Yes, it was written for someone who saved my writing life.
Yes, the character of Jake Bannerman is me. And yes, the woman beside him is based on someone real someone I trusted, admired, and loved in the quiet, lifelong way that has nothing to do with sex.
But this is not a romance.
It’s a monster hunt.
A surrealist horror story.
A stitched-together fever dream of jack-o’-lanterns, pagan echoes, emotional loyalty, and small-town rot that hides behind polite smiles and church marquees.
And buried inside it all is one of the most brutal scenes I’ve ever written:
A father catches his son fooling around with a girl.
And as punishment he forces the boy to cut his own testicles off.
No mercy. No metaphor. Just generational shame turned surgical.
That’s what Witchaxe is.
It’s playful. It’s dark. It’s violent as hell.
And it has a soul mine.
It was the first book I wrote after a decade of silence.
Because someone I trusted told me I had to.
Because someone believed I still had something to say.
And they were right.
REDACTED NOTE – Ash & Ink
This isn’t a love story.
It’s a resurrection.
Of voice. Of venom. Of every scar that learned how to speak.
We’ll file this one under “The Spark That Lit the Pyre.”
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