C. Aaron Lewis writes from the Wiltshire countryside, where mist settles on ruined barrows and old gods sleep beneath the hills.
A former educator, his work turns to questions of power, obedience, and the systems built to contain us. With a background in language and education, he writes with an eye on how voices are formed, silenced, and reshaped. Now he directs that lens toward the larger structures that govern us—school, family, belief, control—and asks what it costs to break them.
When he isn’t writing, he walks the ancient chalk paths and quiet woods near his home, reminders that stories, like people, are shaped by what they endure.
