Between 1 and 25 December enjoy on my blog, all free on this page, my Christmas gift: an Advent Calendar of riddles leading you to Romanian winter legends, first snow songs, and recipes to a seasonal dish to feast on! May your Christmas be Merry and your winter full of peace!
Continue reading “Your Christmas Gift, an Unique Advent Calendar of Romanian Winter Legends, Snow Songs & Feast”Chasing Dracula at Tihuța Pass, Between Fiction and the Carpathians
Chasing Dracula at Tihuța Pass, one Saint Andrew’s Eve when the wolves are said to speak and the living seal their doors with garlic, I strode that winding road. Between Fiction and the Carpathians was born there, where the veil thins and the line between myth and memory fades.
Continue reading “Chasing Dracula at Tihuța Pass, Between Fiction and the Carpathians”The Night of Returning Souls, It’s All Saints’ Night
On All Saints’ Night, when the veil between the living and the dead grows thin, I return through story to my Transylvanian roots. The Night of Returning Souls, written for Romania Insider is my take on the folklore and ghostly legends that haunt October.
Continue reading “The Night of Returning Souls, It’s All Saints’ Night”What Would You Do if Vlad Dracula Wrote to You?
In my new historical fiction When Secrets Bloom out 27 June, Vlad Dracula is no more than a memory, but oh, what a memory he is. He haunts the story not as a specter of horror, but as a mentor whose shadow shaped the life of the novel’s protagonist, Kate, a Saxon healer caught between duty and accusation in 15th-century Transylvania.
Continue reading “What Would You Do if Vlad Dracula Wrote to You?”Poppies Pressed in Parting, a Short Story
Pressed Poppies is a short story told through two voices, echoing across the quiet space where hearts once met. It is a story of parting. A parting that is wordless, weighted, and irreversible. Where affection shrinks under the burden of duty or pain; where all that was left is unsaid. What remains is remembrance: delicate, haunting and full of questions. And red, as the poppies once shared.
Out on Spillwords Press today!
