Charles
Meyer

Charles Meyer spent his early years on a small dairy farm — the kind where nobody explains the work, you just do it. By sixteen he'd left home to work on another man's farm. Then a partnership with his brother. Then his own farm, with his wife.

That life runs under every page. The patience of it, the early dark, the sense that ordinary places keep their secrets close. His fiction moves between mystery, horror, and the quietly literary — stories about people who work hard, in plain towns and plain houses, and the things that find them anyway. No wizards, no far-off worlds. Just the door that shouldn't have been open, and whoever left it that way.

— Charles Meyer