The Monster Tamers Society
A record of every monster who was loved back.
EST. 1903 · RECORDS 1888–PRESENT
There are monsters.
There are people who find them.
There are people who love them.
There are people who keep the records.
And there are readers who want the files.
The Society, briefly.
The first file came to me in 2009: a clipping, a photograph, and a letter signed only with an initial.
I thought it was research.
It was an invitation.
By the third folder, I understood what I had been handed. The Monster Tamers Society had been keeping records since 1903. I was not inventing the archive. I was inheriting it.
The Society documents the bonds the world preferred not to see: women and monsters, men and monsters, and the rare in-betweens we do not yet have language for. Magazine spreads. Tabloid leaks. Pulp covers. Cabinet cards. Polaroids someone should not have taken. A century of evidence that some loves do not fit inside a box and do not have to.
The novels are the dramatized files.
The Society is the rest of the evidence.
Membership funds the archive. The archive feeds the books. And every new book brings another locked drawer open.
A few of the files are open to the public.
The rest live behind the Society’s door.
Mina & Sylas
Records 1920–present
A starlet, a many-eyed gentleman, and the photograph that should not exist.
Open the file → LockedAndi & Damian
Records 1950–present
An occult gala, a contract neither of them signed, and seventy years of returning to the same hotel.
Induct to open LockedSloane & Nine
Records 1930–present
A nightclub singer and the thing in the boiler room. Her contracts always read “and accompanist.”
Induct to open LockedSatin & Aceon
Records 1920–present
Christmas cards, holiday catalogs, a Krampus Ball pass — a couple documented in winter for a hundred years.
Induct to open LockedElle & Cepharius
Records 1930–present
A swimmer and the thing in the reef. Eight decades of seaside scandal and one yacht that was never recovered.
Induct to open LockedSirena & Nex
Records 1940–present
A torch singer, a creature with too many names, and a recording that plays slightly wrong on every device.
Induct to open LockedThe Guarded
Records varied
Krakens. Krampuses. Spiders. Nightmares. The women they keep. A composite file the Society has never closed.
Induct to openReal mail. Once a month. Always strange.
The Dispatch is a mailed envelope of monster-touched ephemera, gathered from the archives and delivered to your door.
Each one is different. Each one is signed for. Each one is something the Society wanted you to see.
Forthcoming and archived:
- pages from a 1962 monster’s diary
- a polaroid from a beach trip that didn’t end well
- an Edwardian masquerade ball pass
- a tabloid clipping the original publisher denied printing
- a letter, in someone else’s handwriting, addressed to a name we don’t recognize
Two ways into the Society.
Initiate
US subscribers only.
- Full ebook library — every novel I’ve published, via BookFunnel
- Full audiobook library — stream or download
- The Monthly Dispatch — a numbered Set of monster-touched ephemera, mailed to your door
- Access to every Open File inside the Society
- 10% off everything in the gift shop, year-round
Archivist
$75 / month · International
- Everything in Initiate
- Monthly signed forced-edge paperback, mailed to you
- Quarterly BookVault special edition — sprayed edges, foil, the works
- Monthly Archivist-only art or merch — never sold to anyone else
- Your Dispatch arrives tucked inside your paperback shipment
- 15% off everything in the gift shop, year-round
- Early-read: first chapters of upcoming novels, before anyone else
Why I’m finally opening the doors.
For a long time I kept the archive to myself. I told my publishers about a few of the files. I let the rest sit in their folders, in their boxes, in the drawers of a desk that was older than I was when I bought it.
Then the letters started arriving from readers who had noticed the patterns in my novels — readers who said, in different ways, the same thing: I think I’ve seen one of these too.
So I’m opening the doors. Not the whole way. The Society has rules about what goes out and what stays in. But far enough that the right people can come in and stand close to the work.
If that’s you, you’ll know.
— Cassie Alexander, Keeper of Records
Common questions.
So — is the Society real?
The Society is a fiction I’ve built to hold the work. The archives are real artifacts — printed, packaged, and mailed by me from a small studio in Northern California. The lore is the lore. The polaroid in your mailbox is the polaroid in your mailbox. Both are true in their own way.
What’s actually in a Monthly Dispatch?
A curated collection of monster-touched ephemera — could be polaroids, journal pages, tabloid clippings, a Krampus Ball pass, pressed flowers from somewhere they shouldn’t have grown. Each Dispatch is a numbered Set. New Initiates begin with Set No. 1 and receive each subsequent Set in sequence, month by month. So if you join in May and a friend joins in November, you both start at Set No. 1.
Can I cancel anytime?
Yes. Full stop. No guilt trips, no retention pop-ups. Your library access stays live through the end of your paid period, then sunsets gracefully.
International shipping?
Archivist is $75/month internationally — that covers the real cost of shipping a book + Dispatch overseas. Initiate is US only; international postage on a monthly mailing has gotten brutal, and I’d rather be honest than oversell.
Coming from Patreon?
Welcome. I’ve moved the whole operation here — the retro editions, the library, the new ephemera, the work. Different roof, same hauntings. The Society is what I always wanted Patreon to be.
What does “Open File” mean?
An Open File is a public character archive — a Society-style page anyone can read, designed to introduce you to one of the documented couples. The first one is Mina & Sylas. More open over time. The locked files are accessible to Initiates and Archivists.
The haunted gift shop is also open.
If you’re not ready to step inside, you can still take something home.
The doors are open. The archive is waiting. Walk in.
Join the Society