Hello. I'm N. S. Streets, and I write dark fairy tales for readers who never stopped believing in the space under the bed.
I spent twenty years writing in what I call the quiet hours—that time between midnight and dawn when the rest of the house sleeps and the stories come alive. I never shared any of it. Life happened, and I wrote in the dark, and the pages piled up in silence.
Then I made a promise to someone I loved: to stop hiding. To live big. So here I am, at forty, finally stepping into the light.
My stories live at the crossroads of fairy tale and nightmare. I write about keepers who tend forgotten things, children who find kingdoms in the nothing-time, and women with blood on their hands learning to hold the threshold between worlds. I write for readers who grew up on Clive Barker's "The Thief of Always", who still remember the first time a book made them feel seen, and who understand that the best stories are the ones that don't look away.
I live in the Midwest with my wife, three children, and fourteen cats—thirteen black ones named after my favorite authors, and a tabby named Bobby Singer who sits on my shoulders while I write.
Thank you for being here. I'm glad you found me.
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@n.s.streets
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