Hi, I’m Bonivon Dyer—sci-fi/fantasy author, loud keyboard enthusiast, and longtime teller of tall tales. I grew up in Truckee, California, where the mountains gave my imagination room to run wild—and honestly, it never stopped.

 

I’ve been writing stories since I was a kid and finished my first novel at sixteen. But the spark that lit the fire for The Blood Maker’s Fables—and the world of Elusis—came from a dream. I dreamt I lived in a world where everyone was married… except me. My match had refused to marry me, and I was humiliated. That strange ache, that quiet sense of patheticism, stuck with me. So I started writing it.

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Thirteen years later—after dozens of restarts, failed drafts, plot holes, soul-sucking self-doubt, financial dead ends, and one too many shower breakdowns where I cried harder than the faucet—I finished it. And I’m publishing it. It’s one of my greatest creative triumphs, and I’m not even going to downplay it. It would’ve been easier to give up. But I didn’t. Cheers to you, Obstacles. You tried hard. But I won.

 

My writing digs into themes I care deeply about: true courage, identity, manipulation, the lies we tell ourselves, and the quiet bravery it takes to face who we really are—both the triumphs and the wounds. We all want to show the trophies and hide the scars. But the wounds are part of the truth, too.

 

If you’re someone who longs to get lost in a new world, who wants to fall in love not just with characters but with the cultures, the systems, the strangeness of it all—you’re my kind of reader. I imagine you might be a fellow dreamer, maybe even a world-builder yourself. Writers, artists, singers, sketchbook-stuffers. People who commune with the creative.

 

My writing heroes are J.K. Rowling, Patrick Rothfuss, Brandon Sanderson, Pierce Brown, J.R.R. Tolkien, Francine Rivers, Erin Montgomery, C.S. Lewis, S.E. Hinton. For craft, I’m shaped by Donald Maass, Steve Almond, Anne Lamott, Claudia Hunter Johnson, and Will Storr.

 

What do I hope my stories leave you with?

 

Hope. Excitement. Awe. That sense that something just cracked open your neatly folded world and made you feel something—maybe even something you didn’t know you needed.