Ashen Blacke

Ashen Blacke writes the kind of steampunk-pirate adventures that smell of smoke, salt, and salvation.

Once a sky-navigator turned storyteller, he carries a battered New Testament in his shirt pocket and a thousand sins in his eyes. His tales are forged in the clash between faith and fury, filled with airships, outlaws, and the thin line between mercy and vengeance. Off the page, Ashen is rarely far from strong coffee, old maps, and the hum of a clockwork engine waiting to fly.

When he’s not charting his next aetherstorm or rewriting a captain’s log for oneof his steampunk pirate dramas, he can usually be found sitting near our campfire or in the quiet corner of a café — fountain pen in one hand, mug in the other — muttering dialogue to himself like he’s on the deck of one of his gear and steam-driven airships.

He believes stories should bleed, that heroes should sweat, and that every sinner deserves a second chance… though not always a safe one. With a New Testament in his shirt pocket and mercy in his heart, he writes what he lives.

He collects vintage compasses, broken timepieces, and half-truths whispered in taverns. He claims he doesn’t believe in luck, yet never writes without his grandmother’s silver coin nearby — tarnished, worn smooth, and rumored to have once bought him a ticket out of a burning city.

Ashen swears his writing space is organized: ink-stained journals, stray gears, and drafts stacked beside a brass lantern that hums faintly when he’s "in the zone."

Music drives him — not symphonies, but storm sounds, ticking clocks, and the slow grind of gears turning somewhere just out of sight. White noise is his go-to for relaxing soundscapes.

He doesn’t talk much about himself. He lets his characters speak instead — the ones who mutiny, pray, and love like the world’s ending.

And when readers ask what keeps him writing stories set in a world of steam, salvation, and fantastical airships, Ashen only smiles and says,

“Because redemption always needs a ship that flies.”