The walls were built to keep the monsters in. But some monsters are made, not born.

Within the Waywards, the condemned live beneath the watch of the seven Witchlords—keepers of order and jailers of the Dark Natured. Elora has endured three long winters behind those obsidian walls, bound to servitude for a crime she did not commit.

To survive, Elora minds her own, follows the rules, and never speaks to any of the Witchlords.

Until him.

I have always been a story teller at heart, whether I’m playing chaotic life-simulation games or writing dark fantasies with agonizing twists.  All I need is a heated blanket and an angsty playlist to spend my evenings in another realm.

When I’m not weaving my next story, I enjoy hanging out with my family and friends, reading, and traveling. You can find me most weekends exploring stormy beach towns or amusement parks, matcha in hand.