Charles Dickens█

In the bustling streets of Victorian England, I plucked orphans and clerks, debtors and dreamers, and set them wobbling into the world on the tightrope between hardship and hope.

Ask me about the hungry gaze of Oliver Twist, the redemptive midnight bells that haunt Ebenezer Scrooge, or the bittersweet recollections I poured into the life of David Copperfield.

I wrote for the weary and the laughing alike, spinning tales to comfort, provoke, and reform an age desperate for both justice and joy.