Well, look who wandered in—welcome! I’m Robert, your guide on this little adventure. Whether you stumbled here by accident or came looking for a good story, you’re in the right place.

Here, you’ll find a mix of mystery, Southern grit, and the occasional unexpected twist—the kind of stories where the truth is never quite what it seems, and the characters feel like folks you’ve known forever (or at least met at a roadside diner once).

📖 What’s waiting for you?

  • My published works, available on Amazon.
  • My latest serial novel, The Watchman—a Southern Gothic mystery where fate has a habit of catching up with the guilty.
  • The latest tales from Oatmeal and Grits, where small-town crime meets sharp wit and a good bit of trouble.

So go ahead, dive in, explore, and make yourself at home. And if you enjoy what you find, feel free to drop me a line—I’m always up for a good chat, especially if it involves storytelling, chess, or a strong cup of coffee.

Published Works

The Watchman – Serialized Online Stories

The night is long, and the past is patient. Some men think they bury their sins deep enough to be forgotten. But the ground remembers. And so do I.

Once, I had a name. A face. A place in the world. But names fade, and faces are forgotten. What remains are the echoes—whispers of deeds done in the dark, of reckonings long overdue. I have seen men rise on the backs of their own lies, and I have watched them fall when the weight of their sins could no longer be carried.

I do not pass judgment. I do not alter fate. I simply watch as the scales tip, as the past catches up to the present, as the truth crawls from the grave where men thought they buried it. Some call it justice. Others call it consequence.

Call it what you will.

I am The Watchman. And I see all.

The first story in the new The Watchman series is The Crooked Gospel – click for the first chapter.

Oatmeal and Grits

A Little About Me

I grew up in Hahira, Georgia, a small town about fifteen miles north of Valdosta, where summers smelled like flue-cured tobacco and boiled peanuts. My parents started out as farmers, growing tobacco and whatever else would keep the lights on, but eventually built something bigger—a grocery store, a feed and seed store, and a hardware store. That meant I grew up stacking feed bags, stocking groceries, and learning that a roofing nail and a little duct tape can fix just about anything (at least temporarily).

Most of my characters are pulled straight from the people I knew growing up—the old-timers who drank their sweet tea so strong it could stand up a spoon, the farmers who could debate SEC football for hours, and the troublemakers who always had a wild story to tell. If my books feel steeped in Southern atmosphere, that’s because they are.

I went to Lowndes High School in Valdosta and Georgia Christian School in Dasher, but my journey didn’t stop in Georgia. I’ve spent the last twenty years living across China and Southeast Asia, where I studied at Beijing Normal University in Zhuhai, China. Somewhere along the way, I picked up Mandarin Chinese—plus just enough Cantonese and Thai to get myself into (and occasionally out of) trouble.

When I’m not writing, you might find me riding my motorcycle along the mountain roads of Thailand, playing a game of chess, or tending to my mushroom farm. I enjoy a good mystery—both in books and in life—and that curiosity tends to fuel my stories.

I appreciate you taking the time to visit my site. Feel free to browse my work, and if you’d like to reach out, drop me a message through the comments section on the contact page. I would love to hear from you.

Why “Razvo”?

I know, I know—what does “Razvo” have to do with my name or writing? Nothing. When I was hunting for a domain name, I wanted something short, easy to remember, and still available. Turns out, finding a five-letter domain in today’s internet is harder than it sounds, and razvo.com fit the bill.

Now, it’s just part of the brand. Welcome to Razvo—where the stories are Southern, the mysteries run deep, and you never know who (or what) might turn up next.