Indie Author’s Diary

I’m an indie author just starting out, who loves to read fantasy. When I was younger, I didn’t see myself in the books I read, so now I write them.

I write queer normative epic fantasy with no spice romance.

Here are links to my books:

The Court of Dreams (first in series)

The Keeper of Light (free prequel novella on my newsletter)

Some things about me:

*demisexual panromantic

*she/her

*indie fantasy author

*I skim spice in books

*I’m obsessed with fae, vampires, and shifters

*I like cats 🐈

Im feeling barky.

"All bodyguards can stop a time-warp mind-trick.”

Sherrie A. Bakelar/ A Dragon for Darius

"Do not be afraid to fall. The Fallen are free."

Sherrie A. Bakelar/ A Dragon for Darius

“You stand in the company of angels, dragon, fear not.”

Sherrie A. Bakelar/ A Dragon for Darius

"I have never been afraid. Do not be afraid on my behalf."

Sherrie A. Bakelar/ A Dragon for Darius

Grief is a strange and powerful thing. It can be a whisper; soft, glancing across the surface of your mind as if skimming across the surface of a still pond in the dead of night. It can be a roar; something eating you apart, breaking you into crumbling fractions of yourself. As you disintegrate and fall apart, the pieces are so small and dry and fragile that you cannot begin to fathom how to piece them back together.

Artemis Quinn, Such Sweet Sorrow

What did he look like, in his shock and disgust at my words? I pictured a mysterious man hunched over a thin metal desk, cigar dangling forgotten from his mouth. Dear Christ, I’ve watched too much film noir.

Artemis Quinn, Such Sweet Sorrow

“Where you start, is you go home, make yourself some tea, cry for awhile, and bum around in your pajamas while you let yourself process. Take a break, Rebecca. You’re smart, but you aren’t invincible. The order of operations can wait a day.”

Artemis Quinn, Such Sweet Sorrow

"Not gone, just changed."

-Aimee Cozza - The Gone Machine

"How can you ever expect me to let him go when he's present everywhere I am. I'm carrying him around inside of me, for fuck's sake. I thought I was done grieving, and here, years later, are all these ghosts of him. How much more of him am I going to find? How can I ever believe that he’s gone, knowing all this?"

Aimee Cozza - The Gone Machine