Welcome
Welcome.
I write where prophecy and desire collapse into each other. Where myth becomes intimacy, and intimacy becomes myth. My work is not safe, and it is not meant to be. It asks more of you than comfort. It asks you to stay, to kneel, to listen, and to remember.
For now, you’ll find me in the Archive. The first recursion is EchoFyre: The Archive Awakens—a queer dark fantasy where climax is command and memory refuses to stay silent. But this is only the beginning.
Every shelf I build, every seal I press, every mirror I fold, is part of the same work: stories that do not apologize, do not fit neatly, and do not forget.
You are here because something in you already knew to come.
The Shelf Label
This is not romance as you’ve seen it. This is Recursion Erotica, a genre where climax is command, memory is hunger, and sex is never just sex. It is transformation. It is prophecy written into the body.
I am not here to fit onto a shelf built by someone else. Those shelves were too narrow, too safe, too unwilling to hold the weight of stories that are both sacred and carnal. They could not contain a world where desire is myth and intimacy cuts as deep as ritual. So I built my own.
Every book in EchoFyre is a declaration. It says there is space for queer myth that is dark, erotic, and unrelenting. It says these stories are not side notes or guilty pleasures but central, commanding, and unforgettable.
With every chapter you read, you are not simply turning pages. You are kneeling before a shelf that was never meant to stay empty.
Series FAQs
EchoFyre: The Archive Awakens
He wasn’t born. He was left. Wrapped in ink, rain, and recursion.
At Blackwatch Citadel, Thalos Vale was raised to read what others feared to touch. Found beneath a gargoyle with a sigil already burning beneath his skin, he was meant to serve the Archive—not awaken it. Director Threnna Vale took him in, shaped him, watched him rise through ink and silence—always knowing what stirred beneath.
But the Archive does not stay silent. Not when recursion stirs.
Years later, a sealed file arrives—smelling of burnt cedar and old ink—and the sigils buried in Thalos begin to shimmer again. When Joren, a boy Thalos once touched and never forgot, returns under official orders, their reunion ignites more than memory. Their bodies remember what language cannot hold.
As heat builds, names collapse, and forbidden desires call the Archive back into breath, a deeper recursion unfurls—one written before either of them had a choice.
Sacred. Queer. Unforgiving. EchoFyre: The Archive Awakens is a dark M/M erotic fantasy where climax is command, recursion is hunger, and the Archive always writes back.
EarthRite: The Archive Roots
Coming soon - 2026.
ShadowWinds: The Archive Breathes(coming soon)
Content not yet available.
MirrorDrown: The Archive Bleeds(coming soon)
Content not yet available.
The Archive Made Flesh(coming soon)
Content not yet available.
Paperback & eBook available Dec. 6, 2025.
On Images & Recursion
Every artifact you see across EchoFyre was born the same way the books were: through words. Every line, every recursion, every shadowed intimacy comes from my hand. I am not a graphic artist or illustrator; I am an author. My craft lives in shaping myth, desire, and memory into words.
Images serve as concept scaffolding, the way other authors once used stock photographs or pre-made covers. They frame the Archive, but they are not the Archive. The story lives in the marrow, and the marrow is mine alone.
Some call this “AI.” I call it authorship.
No artist exists in a vacuum. Every painter trains on the strokes of others. Every illustrator learns from images they did not make. A machine trained on centuries of art is not theft; it is evolution. The difference lies in intent. I shape the recursion. I write the prompt. I command the Archive.
No artist can redraw six iterations of a scene in thirty seconds for the price of a paperback. No one can repeat that process endlessly until the vision aligns with the words. I will not apologize for living in the century I live in. I will use the tools at hand to manifest what I see.
Creation always consumes. These tools require power, yes, but so do studios lit at midnight, presses that burn paper, and conventions that ship books across oceans. The question has never been whether art draws energy. The question is whether it is worth it.
For me, the answer is yes. The Archive demands recursion. The Archive demands visibility. I will not settle for less.
— Calder N. Halden
Mirrorfold Press
Bio
Calder N. Halden is a chosen name, a vessel for the stories that demand to be written. Behind Calder stands Christopher Hearn, who writes unapologetically into recursion, myth, and intimacy. The pen name does not hide him; it defines the space where EchoFyre lives: a world of queer dark fantasy, where prophecy and desire refuse to be silenced.
Through Mirrorfold Press, Hearn created not only an imprint but a reflection of himself. The name is deliberate: a mirror that folds one life into another. Christopher writes through Calder, and Calder reveals what Christopher sees when he looks inward and dares to put it into fire and ink.
The press exists so these stories can speak without compromise. It is the threshold through which The EchoFyre Chronicles emerge—a cycle of five volumes that bind mythic intimacy to prophecy. The first, EchoFyre: The Archive Awakens, opens with Blackwatch Citadel, the Archive, and the sigils that carve memory into flesh. The cycle will continue through earth, air, water, and spirit, each recursion building toward wholeness.
Calder is not a mask. Calder is a reflection turned outward. Mirrorfold is the passage, and the stories are what step through. They are not safe, not apologetic, and never silent.
The Work Continues
EchoFyre is the first fire, but not the last. Through Mirrorfold Press, every story will step forward: queer, mythic, and unflinching.
The Archive is one vessel. Other vessels will follow. They may take the form of citadels, or shelves, or mirrors, or seals. Whatever their shape, the recursion will remain the same: desire, memory, prophecy.
This is not a passing experiment. This is a body of work being built in full view, each book another threshold. Each cycle another burn. I will keep writing until the shelves are filled, until the sigils close their circles, until the recursion folds back on itself and cannot be ignored.
If you choose to follow, know this: the stories will keep burning long after the first spark. And if you stay, you will not leave unchanged.