The Apocrypha of Consent is a serialized literary vampire saga in four hidden testaments that opens like dark romance and finishes like theology.
The sex here is argument — and there is a great deal of argument. None of it is gratuitous. Much of it is graphic.
And it is encyclopedic.
Not for the meek, unless you mean to inherit the Earth.
Reader discretion is advised.
The Tetralogy
For millennia, humanity and vampires have been told they are eternal enemies.
They were lied to.
It begins in prayer — an eight-hundred-year-old vampire brushes against the mind of a Christian mystic in meditation. Simeon is a predator who has never been denied. Miri is a woman whose faith shields her from this world’s powers and principalities — including his. To cross the agonizing distance between them, Simeon must submit to the one law even God will not break.
Covens fracture. Churches divide. Companies rise as Babel burns.
Amidst the geopolitical chaos, an apocalypse gathers — but not the kind you’ve been sold.
That all shall be saved, monsters will learn to serve, saints will condescend, sinners will embrace the least among them, and humanity will surrender what it carried out of the Garden.
Because in a world where consent is physics and grace inevitable, damnation is just the refusal to ask.
Book One: A Conflagration (in progress)
His courtship becomes a catechism. His hunger becomes a curriculum. And his redemption becomes the first spark of a millennia-long exorcism that drags the world’s oldest secret into the light.
Book Two: The Stone the Builders Rejected (outlined)
The world opens every door to him. Pain closes the only one that ever mattered. Did God walk away from love, or did man walk away from God?
Book Three: The Cornerstone (outlined)
Out of the wreckage, an apprentice. Out of the silence, a voice. As the student becomes the master, grace itself becomes the teacher.
Book Four: Sodom & Golgotha (outlined)
You have heard the story of Sodom. But you have not been told hers. The oldest wound in the world finally speaks — and asks the only question left: is anyone beyond salvation?
Come for the Rice/Pratchett-shaped door, navigate by way of Bulgakov and Nabokov, grab the ticket from the Brothers Karamazov, and you might be graced with the Vishvarupa.


