...to a place where everything is possible…

Historical fiction has fascinated me most of my life, especially those stories infused with myth and magic. When I was introduced to Mary Stewart’s interpretations of the Arthurian legends in the late 1970s, I became truly obsessed with the chivalrous adventures and passionate heroes who so readily embraced honor, nobility and sacrifice in defense of their people and their land. I felt personally connected to these tales, and for good reason.

The Welsh have a word for the call of one’s homeland. Hiraeth has been described to me as a longing for the soil from which your lineage has sprung. It is a connection to the land of your forefathers that transcends time and distance and ever bids your return. Although I did not always understand it for what it was, I have always known that longing. I am, after all, a native daughter. As it happens, my great-great grandfather and his brothers emigrated from the British Isles to North America around 1850, leaving behind nearly 300 years of ancestry rooted in Cornwall and Wales.

While the stories I write are nothing more than grand tapestries woven from my own imaginings, some of the places and events which I use to set the stage are real. Sometimes I use bits and pieces of my own family history. The result, I hope, is a journey into a land and time that are part fact and part fable, and just a little bit fantastic. It is my hope to give you an experience that takes you into the great beyond—to the mysterious realms that exist alongside what we know to be real, to a place where we can still believe that all things are possible.

Awen á bendithion…

(inspiration and blessings)…