Thalen Runehart didn’t grow up with a sword. He grew up with silence.

Loss came early. Not in grand tragic arcs, but in little moments: the absence of a laugh, the echo of an empty room, the way a name lingers long after the person who carried it is gone.

And so he started writing.

Not to invent. To remember. To imagine a world where memory itself had power — where grief was not just something you felt, but something you could weave into flame.

World of Shikari was born from that.

Thalen writes stories for readers who want to feel. Who don’t just want dragons and magic, but magic that means something. He believes that fantasy should make you ache, then make you breathe again. And that healing can look a lot like wonder.

When he’s not writing, he’s reading old mythologies, watching storms roll in, or researching breathwork and forgotten rituals from cultures that never fully stopped believing.

“If you walk into Shikari, I promise you’ll walk out changed. Not because the world was broken, but because maybe… so were you. And maybe that’s where the magic lives.”