The Poet Who Forgot Her Name
The night found me before I found myself. She leaned close, moon-breath trembling on my cheek, and whispered, Child... you have been gone too long. I tried to answer but my voice was dust, a forgotten language tucked beneath my ribs. So the stars spoke for me. They pulsed like a broken heartbeat trying to remember its rhythm.
Book I is built in four movements: forgetting, searching, remembering, returning. It is a map back to yourself.
The Girl Who Grew Fangs
But the soul, like the wolf, does not forget its own nature.
Book II follows the feral arc: darkening, turning, integration, return. These poems are for anyone who has fallen and found teeth where there used to be silence.
Get both books.
Start with the moon arc. Continue into the feral arc. The trilogy is a return to yourself.
The visual edition is coming next from Aliholly Studios.