So here's what happened...
I wrote a book as a gift for my cousin.
That was all it was supposed to be.
Just a cozy faerie story about my birth family's particular type of neurodivergent magic. Nothing more than that.
But, once I started,
it flowed out of me like water...
Like I was channeling it from something outside myself.
And what emerged was something unexpected.
Something extraordinary.
It's a call to action.
A clue to re-claiming our ancient magic
and rediscovering our lost mythos.
A reminder of our power to make real change in the world.
It's a message that we need to hear.
The odd ones. The divergents and the change-makers.
It's something you'll be glad you read,
even if it doesn't seem like it, at first.
"Hang on, where are we going
with this?" you might ask,
as Fiona finds herself running naked through the woods,
and into a group of menacing men...
We're not going anywhere horrible,
I promise.
We're going somewhere new.
Leaving a world of fear,
limitation and weakness behind,
and finding our way back into our real, earthly magic
...will you come along?
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Why the big hurry?
I didn't know then, but I know now...
I received this story to give my cousin the gift of life beyond death
TShe passed 26 days before the release date,
knowing that she would get to live on in fiction
as Faeryn, the faerie princess at the heart of the novel
We took this photo as a 'promo shot' just days before she passed,
(and I'm so grateful we did, since it's the only one we get)
...because Intermagical was always for her
I had hoped to get to use the proceeds
to make her limited life more magical,
but in the end, this eternity will be my gift
Her passing was a shock to us all
We expected many more years with her
She loved this story,
and when she read it, she knew,
in that way that our family sometimes knows
that eventually, the world would, too
Love an author, they say,
and you may become immortal