There are stories that are planned carefully. And then there are stories that arrive quietly, like someone standing at the edge of a doorway waiting to be noticed. The Price of Staying was the second kind. Long before Tilly’s Tonics existed, before Lock29, before spell jars and crossroads signs, there was Rowan Hale — a character who appeared in fragments first. Conversations. Feelings. Glimpses of rain at windows and the strange ache of almost recognising someone before you

specifically remember saying I would try emphasis on the try to update the blog. Then I started to write. It all went rather downhill from there. So… yeah. I’ve been writing a book. No, we’re not talking love and light, manifestation, or a witchy guide although, let’s be honest, I’m more suspicion and spite than love and light. This novel is a delicious mix of romance, thresholds, unfortunate timing, sharp words, strange magic, and rubber ducks. There’s coffee. There’s chao

Good evening, It's been....yeah. Its been. We've all had these weeks right? The ones where you wish the ground swallowed you up whole. But.. have you ever noticed, on some occasions, that it turns out for the best? I said some okay! The week started with the unfortunate passing of my beloved feline friend, Roly. She had been annoying me for fourteen years, and I truly wish she could annoy me one last time. From there it all just kinda took a nose dive off a cliff, into the da