The Sylvan Sleep Clinic
A literary psychological folk horror. In a clinic on the edge of the forest, patients come to be cured of their dreams. Not all of them wake up the same.
Novels of quiet unease, half-remembered ritual, and the places where the woods meet the wallpaper.
I write fiction that sits between the literary and the uncanny — stories interested in grief, memory, landscape, and the thin places where ordinary life starts to shimmer.
My work draws on the British folk-horror tradition — M. R. James, Shirley Jackson, Andrew Michael Hurley — while keeping a foot in contemporary literary fiction. I'm drawn to restraint over spectacle, and to endings that leave a room unsettled long after the book is closed.
I live and work in the UK.
A literary psychological folk horror. In a clinic on the edge of the forest, patients come to be cured of their dreams. Not all of them wake up the same.
A psychological horror. A sleep-deprived new father finds himself listening, night after night, to a second-hand baby monitor that has begun to speak back. Not in his son's voice. Not in any voice he knows.