I am a lifelong fantasy nerd. I think it started early in my childhood, when my mother used to read me fairy tales. I was never really into the “damsel in distress” or the princess waiting for a prince on a white horse. I was far more interested in the seven dwarves and the talking mirror, in fairy godmothers, in beans that grew miles high overnight, and in the talking, disappearing Cheshire Cat. And honestly — how on earth was the little mermaid given legs?
All of these questions, and many more, were answered with a single word: magic.
From that point on, it was a delightful social downfall for me. LOTR, Harry Potter, The Chronicles of Amber, Discworld, The Wardstone Chronicles, Ender’s Game, Alvin Maker, The Witcher… Diablo, Sacred, and Magic: The Gathering consumed all my time, and my mother was furious because I was supposed to be studying.
I had dreams — literally. Vivid, magical, realistic, memorable, and, more often than I like to admit, nightmarish. I started to write them down. I had a blog where I posted short stories, and it became quite popular in Poland in the early 2000s. I always imagined myself writing a book.
I moved to England to study and work, and I discovered many amazing female fantasy writers like Trudi Canavan, Sarah J. Maas, and Rachel Gillig. Then the routine of everyday life caught up with me, and I wrote less and less. I chose a career that provided stable income, but ideas for books kept popping into my head every now and again. I started writing many times — but never finished.
Until 2025.
It was a foggy spring morning in March. I was driving toward London on the M40 and noticed how thick the fog was. It looked as if the trees were dipped in milk and only their tops were sticking out. I thought, “How cool would it be if the fog were a different colour? Like… purple?”
Suddenly, I had this idea for a book set around a purple haze above a lake. About four sisters. And a dead queen. A story representing the brave one, the shy one, the dominant one, and the gentle one. I couldn’t allow myself to die with a book still trapped in my head. So I wrote it.
And here it is — my first novel.
If any of the authors I mentioned earlier appeal to you, I think you’ll enjoy this story as well.
You can send me an email with general question.
I will do my best to get back to you soon!
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