I never set out to write a trilogy.
I just had a feeling I couldn’t shake — a quiet pull in the chest, like a dream trying to get my attention.
My story grew out of that feeling. Not from ambition, or planning, or market thinking… just from something inside me that wanted to be heard.
I wrote these books late at night, after my kids were asleep and the house finally went still. It was just me, a blank page, and this strange world that kept revealing itself one piece at a time.
If you read the trilogy, or even just a single page, thank you. You’re meeting a part of me that I didn’t expect to share with anyone.
I’m grateful. Truly.
Published on November 13, 2025 11:16