A Name Carved From Longing

I was born from the first ache, inked in hunger, bound in devotion, and written into every story I could not keep silent.

My Origin Story

I have always lived inside stories.

As a child, I wandered the myths and histories of ancient worlds, Egypt’s gods and queens, Rome’s lovers who would burn empires for each other. I learned early that devotion could be epic, ruinous, and still sacred.

The ache has always been with me. A gravitational pull beneath my ribs, quiet only in two places: in the throes of passion, or when I am lost inside a world where love is willing to risk everything.

I write because I cannot stop. Music becomes the doorway, carrying me into scenes until the emotions press against my skin and I let them breathe.

Beth Evans is not just a name on a spine.

It is the threshold where you step into that same pull, the place where every story is a confession, every confession a devotion, every devotion a ruin worth remembering.

Here, I give the ache its voice. And in the shadows of the Library, the Curator orders the shelves, keeping each vow, each sin, each forbidden kiss in its place.

Together, we keep the doors open for you, so you, too, can remember that longing and obsession are not flaws, but proof that you were made for devotion.