Corian Ashton Callaghan was born on Wednesday, August 15th, to a small family in Central London. He was fairly well-off as a child, an only child to happy parents. His parents, Mary and Craig Callaghan, were wealthy businesspeople with a small fortune and dreams of expanding to the United States. If you were to ask him, Corian would honestly tell you he never found out what exactly his parents’ business entailed. There were rumors, of course, that they practiced quite illicit activities underground in part, but Corian only ever knew them to be busy, hardworking adults that spent all of their spare time coddling him.
So why, he wonders on occasion, am I absolutely mad?
There is no particular rhyme or reason to why Corian has moments of severe madness, considering his safe, kind, healthy upbringing, but one day in his early adolescence, he realized he had never thought the way his peers did. At least—not on the same level. Highly intelligent and somewhat lonely, Corian created his own worlds for himself as a boy, and found it was best not to share such creations with those around him. They didn’t appreciate his horror stories or manipulative games. He didn’t try to be strange, he just was.
It was very easy to go into writing, and Corian became first an essayist, and then a novelist only a few years later. He attended Oxford and graduated with first-class honours in history, but had never taken an interest the way his parents had. With four published novels bordering on the macabre with one genuine horror novel, Corian makes his living straying into his imagined worlds and transferring them to paper. He spelled his surname differently when he became published—from “Callaghan” to “Calligan”—for unexplained reasons, according to interviewers.
Corian has always had an interest in history. The dark notes of past events often echo in his works, and he has no shame in his knowledge of the wretched past of his native country of England, modern European history, serial killers, or medicine.