My science fiction books grew out of those 4 a.m. NASA broadcasts I watched as a kid, half-asleep and absolutely hooked on the idea that people could ride fire into orbit. If you like futuristic adventure with real physics under the hood, you are in the right hangar bay.

I write stories that treat spacecraft, habitats, and long-distance travel as more than shiny props - they behave the way engineering insists they must, while the people inside them stay messy, scared, and stubbornly hopeful. You will find space opera scale, but anchored in plausible technology and very human choices.

Each book is designed to be accessible: no degree required, just curiosity and a taste for trouble among the stars.

My short stories are where I let you slip into the airlocks and alleyways between the big novels and meet the people who usually stay in the margins. 

A burned-out pilot between contracts, a temple scribe who has seen a starship land where only gods were supposed to tread, a farmer staring up at an impossible orbiting habitat - these are the voices that haunt the edges of my universe.

Each piece is self-contained, so you can read one on a commute or before bed, but together they sketch how myth, memory, and space travel tangle across centuries.