Reilly Conall

About the Author

I write what occurs to me, often jumping off where history ends and myth begins. High-concept stories that refuse to pick a lane, then complain about the traffic. Sarcasm is the default setting, sentiment admitted only under protest. Load bearing humor, the kind of love where no one gets out alive, consequence matters and things get messy. Currently serializing Big Medicine, in which power, bodies, and terrible decisions all believe they are the reasonable party.