For decades, Jim carried the badge, sworn to protect and to fight back the darkness that preyed on others. But what happens when the darkness takes root inside the protector himself? This raw and deeply personal memoir traces the descent of a warrior into the abyss of trauma, rage, and despair—and the unexpected redemption that […]
I have always been of a mind to see the patterns beneath things, the hidden formulas in film, television, and literature. I prefer to be shown what is unfolding, not told. I crave a mystery, a twist that lingers just beyond reach. Most of what passes for storytelling today follows the same well-worn path, and more often than not, […]
Where Ravens Wait: The Blood Remembers There are places where memory and myth walk together. Where the seen and the unseen breathe the same air. Where the past is not gone, only waiting to be remembered. Where Ravens Wait: The Blood Remembers is the story of how it all began. It is the origin of the Guardian, […]
Where Ravens Wait: The Blood Remembers This is a peek at the first few pages of Chapter 1 “Magic is Real”. It is not the full chapter, just the first few pages. Future peaks with be open only to subscribers. Chapter 1 “Magic is Real” Before the world teaches us the weight of disbelief, a […]
How “The Never Ending Story Inspired My Love of World Building”. There are stories that do not simply entertain, they awaken something long asleep inside us. For me, that story was The NeverEnding Story. I was a child when I first watched Atreyu ride across the dying land of Fantasia. Even then, I sensed that the […]
Across centuries, belief systems have clashed like storms over the same mountain. But beneath the thunder and scripture, the mountain remains the same. In the mythos of Where Ravens Wait, faith is not divided, it’s layered. The Norse gods still walk among us, though their names have changed. Angels descend not from heaven but from […]
Stories have always been more than ink on paper for me. They are living things, woven from memory, myth, and the hidden places in between. My name is Jim Daley, and I write at the edge of that liminal space—where dreams brush against waking, where wolves walk beside us unseen, and where ravens carry messages […]