WELCOME TO THE HOLLOW
Welcome to Grover’s Hollow
The candle’s lit. The wards are stable (for now).
This is where the books, the magic, and the mayhem converge.
Part author HQ, part Resistance hideout, part chaotic little brand that could.
Founded in sarcasm. Powered by snacks and grumbles.
Meet The Chaos Staff
Quinn J. Grover
Word witch. Builder of worlds. Hoarder of books and trauma arcs. Writes feral fantasy full of grief, magic, and girls who refuse to stay down.
Runs on Taylor Swift lyrics, colouring pages, and Charmed reruns (the OG!)--not caffeine.
Chaos is curated. Stickers are sharp. Survival is sacred.
The Chaos Manager
Loving husband to Quinn J. Grover and doggo dad to Gambit.
Logistics overlord. Tech whisperer. Keeper of the author alive.
Declines to be identified further. Only those in the Resistance's upper ranks know his name.
Off duty, he vanishes into hockey broadcasts, mysterious car forums, and the kind of LEGO that requires technical spreadsheets. He may or may not be building a LEGO version of the Hollow when no one is looking.
Gambit
VP of Play, Naps, & Grumbles. Majestic chaos dog. Blanket thief. Couch negotiator. Possibly a demigod.
Offers moral support, puppy grumbles, and crunchy biscuit reviews--with a helping of sass and bombastic side-eye.
Recent master of guilt-inducing whines (a known hooman kryptonite). Currently waiting for his humans to realize he's smarter than them.
We've accepted our roles as loyal subjects. He has not abused his power...much...
The Hollow Knows...
We believe in stories that bite first, then offer bandages.
In grief that glows, and softness that screams.
In spellwork that is messy, sacred, and occasionally profane.
We believe books should either wreck you, seduce you, or make you text your therapist.
Sometimes all three.
Things Brewing in the Hollow...
We're not ready to drop it yet, but you should be emotionally preparing for...
