File // Fantasy
Grimdark fantasy thriller
Worlds that already lost. People who keep walking through them anyway.
Fiction // Psychology // Obsession
Archive entry // S. M. Wolfe // Open file
S. M. Wolfe
S. M. Wolfe is a forensic psychologist and Army veteran who spent years studying how people break. Now he writes grimdark fantasy and gothic erotica about what they become.Some wounds open into wonder. We break. We become.
Open the file → Some things survive being unmade.Case No. 731-19-A
Desire. Deviance. Survival. All part of the same file.
BeautyViolenceObsessionTruth
Exhibit B
F.01 — The WorkThree ways of looking at the same wound
The Work
Index
I. FantasyII. Erotica
III. Psychology
File // Erotica
Dark gothic erotica
Want and fear run down one wire. This is the work already out in the world, one story at a time.
File // Psychology
Dark psychology
A day job long before it was ever a genre. The books are the field notes I was not supposed to keep.
Exhibit ACollected, not invented.
F.02 — The SeriesSix files. One wound.
The Series
It begins with sixteen dead people inside one person.
It ends with one person who came from nobody.
Six books, six lives, one wound running through reality. Book one is out now. The rest are coming. What follows is the shape of them.
Book I
Pull
What have they done to people?
Sixteen dead soldiers ride inside one living body.
Available now Hardcover, paperback & ebook · Audiobook soonGet it on Amazon →Book II
Hold
What have they built out of people?
They no longer make weapons out of people, only walls.
Coming soonBook III
Breach
What have they done to reality?
The world is coming apart along two names no one will say.
In editingBook IV
Residue
What counts as a person when reality can erase one?
A dead man keeps leaving evidence.
In draft With beta readersBook V
Claim
Who gets to decide what is real?
When histories stop agreeing, someone decides which one is law.
DraftingBook VI
Resolve
Does reality have to become one thing?
The last one was never anyone at all.
OutlinedBeneath all six, the same question. What makes something real?
Unsealed // a page from the fileThe Unmade Series
Unsealed
Tav has sixteen dead people living inside their head. They can borrow a swordsman's hands, a spy's instincts, a survivor's brutality. Every inheritance makes Tav deadlier, and buries Tav a little deeper under the dead.
The war calls Tav a weapon. The Draft House calls Tav an asset. General Sonn has another word entirely, one Tav was never supposed to hear.
The war calls Tav a weapon. The Draft House calls Tav an asset. General Sonn has another word entirely, one Tav was never supposed to hear.
From Pull — Book One of The Unmade Series
Read the series →The other countryScience fiction · Dark fantasy
Where the Crows Cross
A second imprint, for the stories that leave this world behind. Science fiction and dark fantasy, cut from the same wound as everything else I write. The map changes. The questions do not.
Enter Where the Crows Cross →
Science Fiction
Mavin
One girl, one techno-sentient being, and the war that would not stay in the past.
Thirty years after the last war burned the world to ash, what remains of humanity shelters inside the Apiaries, vast hives that hold the survivors under the United Terran Federation. Almost everything the species still knows lives inside the NIS, a mind-to-mind network that outlived the war and grew into a world of its own. Mavin Cree is twelve years old, orphaned by the accident that killed her scientist parents, and haunted by nightmares no one can quiet.
To save her, the great-uncle who raised her attempts something never done before. He fuses a full Kraxis consciousness into her implant and binds her, for life, to Atam, the first of his kind, an eighty-year-old war-weary mind in the body of a great bear. She becomes the first human to carry one of them inside her. Nothing has prepared her for what that makes her.
Something old has broken loose. A Kraxis the war twisted into a weapon has torn out of the prison built to hold it, and it is cutting toward the heart of the network that keeps two hundred million people breathing. Inside the NIS, the dying is real now. The only thing standing in its way is a grieving girl and the ancient creature bound to her soul.
TransmissionsWhere the Crows Cross · Short fiction
The Crows Crossing Archive
Short fiction set in the worlds of Where the Crows Cross. Science fiction and dark fantasy, including the one Mavin walks. New pieces appear here as each is published.
Signal // 01
Joseph Jesup
An old gunman, a starving family crossing the badlands, and the armored bear that walks people out of the dark.
Field NotesPattern board · pull a thread
Short thoughts, pinned as I write them. A red thread runs from each one through Mind Mapping, then out to the story or world it belongs to.
A stranger with amber eyes pulled me out of the dark. He straightened my girl's toy rabbit and told me a body needs something to hold that isn't a weapon. Then he was gone, back into the night, and I never learned what he was.
Short FictionRead ‘Joseph Jesup’ →Drag or scroll to read · hover a note to trace its thread
F.05 — Gothic Erotica & HorrorShort fiction, as it lands.
Gothic Erotica & Horror
Short fiction and field notes, published one piece at a time while the novels finish.
New
Tune · Lie · Keep
Concert Pitch
Gothic Horror-Erotica
A piano tuner who can hear the one note a body was strung to ring at — and what it costs to be brought, just once, perfectly in tune.
Entry // 01
The House of Small Deaths
The danger was never that you might lose. It is how sweetly you will beg to.
Entry // 02
Aftertaste
The first thing a lover loses is his own hand above the salt.
Entry // 03
Network of the Unmade
A ghost is not what stays behind. It is what keeps walking away, just fast enough, forever.
Coming soonEntry // 04
Embrace of the Marble Vein
The crypt did not open when I turned the key. It inhaled.
Coming soonEntry // 05
Unbecoming
A woman unwritten one sentence at a time, and the sentences are lovely.
Coming soonF.06 — ReadingsIn the author's voice.
On the Record
The stories, read aloud in the author's own voice. New recordings are filed here as each one is cut.
Enter the full readings room →Gothic Horror-Erotica
Concert Pitch
A full reading of the tuner's confession — the one note a body is strung to, and what it costs to be brought, just once, perfectly in tune.
Dark Erotic Fantasy
The House of Small Deaths
A full reading of the drowned-city tale — the dealer, the stranger, and the one hand no one wins.
F.07 — HypnoticsEyes closed.
Hypnotics
Guided descents in dark gothic erotica, spoken as imagery. Audio only, with a single title card. Made to be heard in the dark, eyes closed. The first one is free.
Enter the Hypnotics →Guided descent
The Still Point
A guided imagery descent to the still point. A midnight platform, a clock at the turn of the hour, and a slow surrender into the quiet beneath it all.
Press play
F.03 — AboutCharacters linger.
Findings, a note from the author
I do not write monsters. Monsters are comfortable scapegoats used to avoid accountability. They let us believe the damage came from somewhere else. I write the by-products of a world in descent, the parts of a person a falling age uses up and leaves face down in the blood- and piss-soaked ditch, never once looking back. Never once considering what might climb out of the mud.
S. M. Wolfe is a forensic psychologist, professor, and Army veteran, writing out of Brunswick, Georgia.
F.04 — The ApproachNo good. No evil.
Method
Every story begins as a question.
I give it the sane answer first. Something reasonable. Something built to last, built to be loved.
Then I take my hands off it and let the world do what the world does. I do not rescue anything. I take notes.
Whoever or whatever is left is what I write about. Not who they were. What the pressure made of them. There is no version where they come through clean.
No good. No evil. Only people, and the machine with its hand down every throat. You would be surprised how many close their lips around it.
This is... The Method.
F.09 — PatronageKeep the work going.
For the writing, if you want to give.
Feed the Crows
Where the Crows Cross runs on reader support. The stories stay free to read, and anything you give helps.
What you give helps me keep writing and get the next book out. If you pitch in, you are part of how it gets made.
Buy Me a CoffeeAny amount, one time or recurring. No account needed.
F.08 — ContactRead at your own risk.
Read now, stay close
The first novel is out now, with more coming. The short fiction is already here.
For the books, leave an address. I will tell you the day the first one lands, and nothing else.
You are on the file.