E R Rovan

Some writers seek the spotlight. Others choose the shadows.

This one walks the in-between.

No name. No face. Only stories-left like breadcrumbs in the dark, for those curious enough to follow. My words are stitched from memry and myth, dream and dust. Not much is known of who I am, and even less is offered.

Perhaps that's the point.

I write not to be seen, but to be felt.

This is my voice. Listen closely.