A R Joryn

A.R. Joryn writes gothic fantasy for the ones who know beauty and brutality aren't opposites; they're lovers entwined in the wreckage. Her work immerses itself in myth, trauma, and the kind of shadows that don't apologize for themselves. She write characters shaped by mistakes, not perfection. Stories where war isn't glorious, survival isn't clean, and healing doesn't erase what came before. Her prose burns slow...deliberate and unafraid of weight. Joryn is a walking contradiction: shy and wild, gentle and feral, controlled chaos with a pen in hand. She's neurodivergent, chronically ill, and deeply in love with the strange alchemy of turning pain into something that breathes. Her stories are twisted because she refuses to sanitize the mess for the sake of comfort. She believes fiction should feel like a reckoning. That gothic isn't just aesthetic; it's survival dressed in velvet and smoke. That the best stories are the ones that sit with you long after you close the book, the ones that don't let you look away. When she's not writing, she's probably dissociating into a cup of coffee or over-researching obscure folklore. Her debut novel, The Sturge, is a dark fantasy about the cost of staying human in a world that wants you broken. She lives with her husband, kids, and a small army of pets who have no respect for deadlines.