10/11/2026
“Clean means somebody finished. Empty means somebody removed evidence.”
That’s from The Nutcracker Architect. It’s one of nine books you’ll find on my website, alongside excerpts, audio samples, and a place to tell me what you actually thought.
I write as Cobalt Stone. My fiction deals with guilt, bad choices, and what survives the official account. People who know more than they admit. Details that don’t fit. Things somebody would prefer you didn’t examine too closely.
You can start reading here:
https://cravitz-road-cobalt-stone.stevemarcas.chatgpt.site
CRAVITZ ROAD REPAVED
East Texas pine country. A road near the old am******on plant. A disappearance, and people who have had years to account for what they said, concealed, and let happen.
“The cicadas thinned. Earl noticed that first. Their pulse lost its high edge until it sounded buried under dirt.
When he opened his eyes, he was standing.
The road was not there.”
THE NUTCRACKER ARCHITECT
A Christmas horror story.
“Now the shelving is empty.
Not clean. Empty.
There is a difference.”
Christmas decorations look different when you’re examining what’s missing.
ANOTHER ONE FOR THE GOD OF INSECTS
Sally knows when to stop asking.
“And if you say it the other way?”
Sanderson reached for his tea.
“If I say it the other way, you already know.”
Sally nodded.
This one received a five-star review from Long and Short Reviews. It’s also live as an audiobook on Spotify. You can hear three short audio samples on my website before deciding whether you want more.
MORE ON THE SHELF
• Rolling Dark
• ASH: Verified and Corroborated
• The Bond, If You Please
• Semi-Solo: Not Really
• The Raccoon Onesie
• Myths and Misguidance: A Practical Field Guide for New Truck Drivers
Not everything there is horror. The Raccoon Onesie takes you into medical fiction. Myths and Misguidance is practical nonfiction for new truck drivers.
For those who would rather listen, audiobook editions of The Nutcracker Architect and Cravitz Road Repaved are coming to Spotify. I’ll share their links once they’re live.
There’s also a section called “From the Mind of Cobalt Stone”—thoughts that don’t necessarily belong inside a book—and a poem introduced with a distinction that matters to me:
“A writer can explore a state of mind without living in it all the time.”
You don’t have to buy something to visit. Read an excerpt. Listen to a sample. See whether the writing holds your attention.
If you’ve already read one of my books, an honest review helps another reader decide. Tell me what worked. Tell me where I lost you. Praise isn’t required.
—Cobalt Stone
Cravitz Road, a dark fiction work by Cobalt Stone. A road near the old am******on plant. A disappearance that did not stay buried.
