Hi, I’m Lydia,

and I’m a fantasy author. I’m currently working on a series of novels about a disgraced war-hero obsessed with finishing his ancient quest.

I’m contemplating the self-publishing route while researching various publishers.

I have two short stories, “Infinite” and “Shadows of Ruin” published on Short Fiction Break. I share a new short story for free on my website every month, and am working on a novella for my email subscribers. 

I’ll be hosting readalongs in our bookclub section where you can read reviews of what I’m reading and share your thoughts. 

You’ll be the first to receive a copy of my novella once it’s finished (for FREE!), and you’ll always be in-the-know on important updates and upcoming book releases. 

If that sounds like your cup of joe (extra creamer, please!), I’d love to have you join me by signing up below. 🙂

Happy Reading, and Welcome!

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Recent Blog Posts

July 2021 Catch-Up: What I’ve Been Working On

July 2021 Catch-Up: What I’ve Been Working On

It’s crazy to think that July is almost over!    There are so many things that I keep adding to my to-do list, but I want to take the time to look back on everything that I’ve done and am in the middle of working on. To keep things in perspective and help me stay...

Headspace Review

Headspace Review

I wasn't sure what to expect when I first signed up to be an ARC reader of Headspace, but this book sucked me in on the very first line and never let me go!    Astra is a young woman who prefers reading to people and doesn't like to take risks. She's an unlikely...

Eragon Review

Eragon Review

Eragon is a novel about a fifteen-year-old boy of the same name. He lives a relatively simple life - minus being the only one in his village who still dares to enter the Spine, an area that everyone believes to be cursed. One day he finds something there that will...

Missing Pages

Missing Pages

I must have missing pages  Or perhaps the cover's blank.   Maybe the title is misleading  Or it could be just a prank.    The words might be misspelled  Or blurred before your eyes.   Punctuation, for all I know,  Mayhaps does follow lies.     It's possible,...

Silent Killers

Silent Killers

If I roll my eyes one more time, they're liable to roll away for good. So, I suppress a sigh, roll my shoulders, and keep facing the path straight ahead. Ignoring my comrades, for the time being, might be the only means of preserving my sanity.    "I must say,...

Buds of Spring

Buds of Spring

Blood-red drops  On ashen trees  Soon give way  To newborn leaves.  All at once  They seem to burst  In a race  To blossom first.  Spring is here!  But for how long?  It will bow  To Summer's song.   Read my latest poems, "Behind a Smile" and "Momentary...

Wejel: A Common Currency

Wejel: A Common Currency

I’ve had this idea for a while now of writing background info posts about Eran’s world, Bedoria. Maybe even some character interviews.    My notes have been getting expensive as I build this world with religion, politics, history, legends, cultures, etc. There’s...

Timeless

Timeless

Chetera Moswid is still as a stone across from me, his forehead deeply furrowed and his chin resting against his chest. Even in sleep, he looks stern and disapproving.    Incurring punishment isn’t a novelty for me, but this, this being watched and followed every...

Behind a Smile

Behind a Smile

A simple motion  A curve of lips  Not knowing what it costs  It's my devotion  Following scripts  Ignoring broken parts    What is a face  If not a mask  To hide away my pain?  A lonely space  An empty cask  The place of my domain    Too many voices  All...

Momentary Butterflies

Momentary Butterflies

Momentary butterflies That flit up through the air They die as they reach the skies I wonder if they care?   Born of heat that feeds on death Their mother consumes all They fade as they touch the earth She flickers as they fall.    When their mother fades...

Tackling a Tirips

Tackling a Tirips

  My knuckles are white as I grip the blankets beneath my chin. I clench my jaw and stare at the curtains swaying over the end of my bed, the moonlight casting eerie shadows over the wall and floor.    The rapid thump, thump of my heartbeat seems to echo as I...

Transparency

Transparency

A warm breeze strokes my flushed cheeks as I scrub the hot stones of the courtyard. The afternoon sun burns my aching arms as the swoosh, swoosh of my wiry brush echoes in the otherwise still silence.     If I focus, I might be able to make out the distant sounds...