When you look at my work from the outside, it can seem like a pile of separate things. A hopeful first-contact story about a godlike ship and a test among the stars. A claustrophobic horror story on a broken space station. A mythic far future where sacred texts and empires grind lives to dust. A post-impact plague of spores falling from the sky. A cosmic experiment called The Entropy Seed.

The truly horrifying possibility isn't that we were designed to be inferior. It's that we were designed to be inferior because we are. That the Builders looked at what consciousness could be, looked at what humanity would naturally develop into, and said "yes, this is bottom-tier intelligence. Let's see how it behaves under controlled conditions."

Science fiction has a rich tradition of this approach. Frank Herbert's Orange Catholic Bible and Bene Gesserit liturgies, Tolkien's creation myths written in high Elvish, Ursula K. Le Guin's Handdara wisdom texts. These aren't set dressing. They're fundamental worldbuilding infrastructure that makes fictional cultures feel lived-in and real.

We imagine the end of the world as fire, as thunder, as something loud enough to drown our fear. But in truth, endings rarely come with sound. They creep in with silence. With routine. With people doing what they’ve always done—until it doesn’t work anymore.

We’ve spent decades imagining alien civilizations as conquerors or saviors—but what if true advancement means something else entirely? In this thought-provoking essay, J.A. Raithe explores a new vision of first contact—one built not on domination or deliverance, but on stewardship, compassion, and the quiet burden of carrying billions of sleeping souls across the stars. Inspired by The Shepherd Descends, it asks the hardest question of all:
Would we be worthy of their trust?

There's a question I can't stop asking.

It shows up in every book I write, wearing different masks, speaking different languages, but always circling the same fundamental mystery: What do you lose when you become something more?

Not "if." When. Because in every story I tell, transcendence isn't optional. It's coming for you whether you're ready or not. The spores will fall. The Oracle will awaken. The Shepherd will arrive. Station 13 will change you. The only choice is whether you'll meet that transformation with eyes open or closed.

Power, enjoyed, is power perfected. Iverra Yvrix doesn’t break rules—she makes them sing, turning etiquette into leverage and hospitality into hard power. She’s no theme park princess; she’s the apex strategist in a glass palace.

When we talk about alien intelligence in science fiction, we usually mean one of a few well-worn paths: the hive mind, the silicon-based logic engine, the telepathic collective, the ancient transcendent species. We've built a comfortable taxonomy of the Other.

The Shepherd Descends doesn't care about your taxonomy.

The Shepherd Descends goes first. The Veiled Core Chronicles follows. Why I’m betting on flexibility over gatekeeping.

In an empire of hundreds of worlds, Marro Veldran must ration grace like coin. Favor grants sanction, not shielding—and every blessing widens the distance she’s trying to cross.

What if humanity wasn’t the chosen species, but the cosmic mistake? Our rapid rise to power may not look like brilliance to higher beings—it might look like a blunder. In my upcoming novel The Entropy Seed (late 2026), I explore this unsettling question. Read more in my latest blog post.

The true terror of Station 13 isn’t the failing systems or flickering lights—it’s the erosion of trust. Commander Anna must lead, but her crew begins to question her every action. Is she protecting them, or is she the threat? When paranoia replaces camaraderie, even the simplest choices become charged with dread. Horror thrives not just when monsters attack—but when you realize you might already be sleeping beside one.