Countdown to release day!

ONE WEEK LEFT!!! I can't believe how close we are! In just seven days my book will be published and available to read! eBook preorders are live right now though! This week I decided to give y'all (my lovely readers) a bit of a longer excerpt to read! Still zero context but there's more to it!

Before we get into it, I ask a favor of all of you. If you could please share about my book as much as possible that would be great. I am a small indie author, so everything falls on me, editing, illustration, writing, marketing, etc. So, something as small as hitting share on my posts helps me a ton! Heck even just tell your friends about me, word of mouth still helps a bunch! Thank you all so much!!

..."The wicker basket felt lighter with every step Liza took toward the hill. The eggs inside shifted gently, their pastel shells clicking softly with movement. The air was thick with the scent of cut grass and blooming honeysuckle, and the warm breeze tugged at the hem of her dress. From a distance, the house looked like a painting: elegant, poised, untouchable.

But as she reached the top of the hill, the noise of the backyard faded into an uncanny hush. The trees stood still. The pond below, usually rippling with breeze, now lay mirror flat. No children’s laughter. No footsteps. Just the sound of her own breathing.

Liza knelt and nestled a lavender-colored egg beneath a patch of clover, pausing a moment to brush dirt from her fingers. That’s when she felt it—a prickling on the back of her neck. Not just the feeling of being watched, but the unmistakable knowing of it.

She stood and turned slowly.

There, halfway down the slope and just inside the shade of the trees, stood a tall figure. Shadowed, unmoving. Its outline blurred slightly in the sunlight like heat off pavement. It stood with an unnatural stillness that was neither threatening nor benign.

Just present.

Liza blinked and it was gone.

She stared hard at the spot, willing the shape to reappear. Nothing. No one.

Her heartbeat quickened, and her palms grew damp against the basket’s handle. She rushed to the edge of the trees, peering into the undergrowth. No footprints. No broken twigs or disturbed grass. Just the forest—quiet and deep.

She turned and hastened back to the veranda, where the sounds of laughter and silverware clinking had returned as if someone had unmuted the world."...

And scene! Weirdly enough this was probably my favorite scene to write. It really does a good job of setting the scene and it's something so real. I'm sure many have had experiences similar to this, where it feels like your being watched.

I keep saying it, but I am genuinely so excited for this to release. Something that has taken up roughly 4 years of my life and it's finally completed. I've shared this quite a few times but here is also the preface!

"This story took four years to find its way to paper. Four years of late-night scribbles and quiet unraveling’s. Of doubt, hope, and the kind of stubborn love that keeps you going even when the words won’t come.

Twisted Minds, Twisted Fates was never meant to be perfect. It was meant to be honest. Messy, haunted, and full of heart.

I wrote it for the ones who carry too much and still choose softness. For the misfits, the mourners, the ones who find beauty in the strange and sacred. For my chosen family—who held me up when I couldn’t see the finish line and reminded me why I started.

This book is stitched together with memory, myth, and a whole lot of emotion. It’s a love letter to transformation. To grief and grit. To the ghosts we carry and the ones we become.

Thank you for picking it up. Thank you for reading. And thank you—for letting me share this piece of my heart with you."

Signed your favorite emotionally unstable folklore cryptid <3