As the Empress of Capricious Codex Publishing, I discovered you get to be an Empress legally if you put that down as your role in the company. The purpose of the company is to portray diversity in its authors and books. The moments I enjoy the most as an author are selfish and expansive. I love thinking of things that make me cry or burst out laughing. When someone recognizes themselves or a loved one in something I write and they let me know it has meaning to them, that is a priceless experience.
I am the author of "The Hockenfur Tangent" and "Talayia." I am the narrator of ‘The Boy Who Was Seen as a Villain,’ which was written by my son, Christopher Gary. I am the co-narrator of ‘The Hockenfur Tangent" and "Talayia" with my husband, Jim Kingery.
The made-up word that best describes my writing is ‘adorifying.’
I am currently working on my next book, terrified and giggling.
In this dark fantasy paranormal novel, Primrose depends on Ash, who has always been with her and appears most often in an amorphous human form composed of smoke and stars. Nobody else can see or hear Ash, so Prim gets really good at keeping secrets. She reaches the age of sixteen with the idealism and enthusiasm of a baby goat in a onesie. This leaves her tragically unprepared for a world populated with curses, slothmancers, elementals, practitioners of strange arts, beings with immutable gifts and the vagaries of prophecy. Once she knows her legacy and why Ash is bound to her, she has a lot more questions. Most of them begin with, “Why didn’t you tell me that?!” or “Why would you tell me that?!” Seeking mystical insight comes with sightseeing, meeting terrifying people, laughter, grief, confusion, horror and sometimes donuts.
Hi there, my name is Christopher Gary, an author with Autism Spectrum Disorder. You may be wondering why and how I would become an author, and the answer is simple: Spite.
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The Hockenfur Tangent
Leah and Jareth collide on a Manhattan street and land in a splattered heap of takeout food, pain and chagrin. When the first sarcastic quip about their circumstances slips through preoccupied lips, they both begin paying more attention.
With Jareth unwilling to take ‘no’ for an answer and Leah unwilling to give it, they end up at a diner, each tangled in motivations and circumstances they are certain the other could not possibly understand. They make each other laugh, think and imagine, becoming addicted to and dependent on the atmosphere they create when they are together.
There might be fairy dust in the gyros.
Sensing kindred but not knowing why or how, they both become unwilling and unable to let go of newly-possible intimacy and potential understanding they convince themselves must be truth because they need it more than they need their solitary safety.