About the author

It is a mistake to believe that those with the golden key are “only” puppets when they act out a story that alters the inside of your head; it is also a mistake to cover your eyes and wish away the strings.




B.E. Scully writes tales dark and strange, drinks red wine and murky beer, cooks, reads, studies, and believes in the golden key. Scully lives in a round red house that lacks a foundation in the misty woods of Oregon with a variety of human and animal companions.