I make beautiful art and tell haunted stories
I write about beauty choosing to fall in love with her beast
My name is Namiin Stone, and I live in fantasy worlds full of strife and grief - but they are worlds overfull with love and longing, too. A tender ache in the space where darkness and desire coalesce into the surreal and avant garde.
I am an adult artist and author with a singular story that I tell, time and again: a father and his daughter caught in a romance fraught with tension, with desire, with an inescapable - and sometimes supernatural - need to be together. Proclaiming mutual, irrevocable, burning love that extends far beyond the bounds of family.
I choose to be so brutally honest about what heals me, to be so terribly vulnerable about what brings me joy, and to be so viscerally open about what breeds base carnality in me. You choose whether or not you want to see what I have on offer. That choice is not my responsibility.
The themes I write about are intentionally divorced from reality. The stories and artwork herein are fictional; all about people that are fake; any and all similarities to any real person - living or dead - are a coincidence.
Each of these stories is an alternate universe centering around two main characters: Ila and her father Idris. Ila is mine, Idris belongs to my husband Diallo. These specific characters are always father/daughter even when it may not seem so, and they will always have a happy ending, even when that might seem an impossibility.
The stories listed below are currently being written and are not yet available in their fully finished forms. Each story will be a full length novel, contain an illustrated front covers, and five accompanyment illustrations both erotic and not. They will be available to purchase in ebook format, and I might explore the possibility of paperback copies in the future.
A woman discovers a book and becomes haunted by more than memory in her late grandfather's attic. The moment she caresses it's lividity-stained pages, she wakes a connection that was with her when she took her first breath.
She summons a man who is half-real. She summons a monster whose claws hooked into her heart the instant it began to beat. She summons a corpse-beast that makes her so desperate, so full of a horrible, aching sickness that it unravels her from her very bones. An immolation begun that cannot be stopped, that will not be contained.
Ila thought she was abandoned in childhood--but she discovers through the loss of her last living relative and a tangle of deceit that she was stolen. Ila thought she was untouchable when her first kiss and every encounter thereafter ended in catastrophe--but she discovers through surreal, sexual nightmares that she was always meant to be beloved.
Idris cannot take Ila where she belongs. He can only guide her to the pieces of the puzzle that lead to him. Guide her in the wake of a sickness begun the moment he gives in to a man's selfishness. Guide her, and hope that in discovering a beast as her very origin in the universe, that she will choose him. That, despite death as the cost of her hidden life, she will choose to come home; it can only ever be her choice to let the fire consume her.
BLACK STAG - WHITE DOE
An Arabic, symphonic metal band called Elk Garden vanished without a trace over twenty years ago.
Ila comes home from her third year in an out-of-state college after a car accident that nearly ended her life. Idris, ever her doting father, welcomes her home and encourages her to enroll in a local college. Both to continue her studies and so he can keep a watchful eye on her, since she did not walk away from the accident entirely unscathed.
Idris begins to get peculiar phone calls that have him working long evening hours at his accounting firm, despite being just weeks away from a late retirement at seventy-one. At the same time, Elk Garden makes a sudden, explosive comeback with its seven-foot-five, masked, anonymous southpaw violinist and front man, The Black Stag. As Ila grows closer with a musician named Ahmed over the band's encore twenty-five years in the making, tensions with her father rise at home over what kind of designs he has on her.
Idris can see right through his punk bullshit; Ila is too clouded by affection and a desire to live and thrive in the wake of her car accident to do the same. At their apex, a strange turn of events leads Ila to the backstage of an Elk Garden show. Right into the arms and heart of the mysterious, mythical, eerily familiar Black Stag...
CONTACT AND MISCELLANEOUS
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