My Books
Step into realms where magic meets mystery, and each tale becomes a mirror to the soul. Whether you're wandering through visionary dystopias, emotionally rich fantasies, or heartwarming tales where light dances with shadow, my stories are crafted to offer more than escape—they invite transformation.
Each book is a portal: born from silence, shaped by dreams, and written to awaken something timeless within.
Here you’ll find bestselling trilogies, magical sagas, and unforgettable characters who walk between worlds—carrying questions, courage, and the spark of the miraculous.
At the Press of a Button series (3 books)
A visionary dystopian trilogy set after a spiritual cataclysm, where technology, memory, and rebellion collide in the year 2222.
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Shattered Glories series (7 books)
An epic fantasy of fallen angels, forbidden love, and inner awakening—where light and darkness wage war within and beyond.
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Frigg’s Spindle series (5 books)
A magical, myth-inspired saga weaving Norse folklore and feminine power into a journey of fate, freedom, and transformation.
My Projects
I believe stories are meant to live across many forms—because some worlds are simply too expansive to remain confined to the page.
Alongside my novels, I write original screenplays, TV pilots, and transmedia concepts that combine emotional depth with bold visual and narrative ambition. My creative universe spans fantasy epics, dystopian dramas, and magical realism—each rooted in the same essence: soul, mystery, and transformation.
While most of these projects are currently in development, here is a glimpse into the storyworlds I’m bringing to life.
Please note: To protect the integrity of the material, certain assets—such as my IP Bible and full scripts—are not displayed publicly.
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The Green Typewriter
When I Was a Little Girl…
No one really knows how I learned to read and write—somehow, I just did, back in kindergarten. But from the very beginning, I was always writing, inventing stories just for myself. One Christmas, I asked the angels to bring me a typewriter. I was terribly nervous. Would I really get it? Had I been good enough? What if they’d seen me jumping in puddles? Or knew that I hated carrots so much I’d secretly hide them in my pocket during lunch?
And then Christmas Eve arrived. My heart was pounding wildly. I peeked through the cracks in the doors… Were the angels already here? Did they know what I wished for? All I could see were flickering lights, and I felt a breeze slipping through the window. That’s when I knew—they were here, unpacking everything. Maybe even my typewriter.
And then the door opened.
A glowing light spilled out. The Christmas tree shimmered in all its glory, radiant in the dark. The curtains swayed gently, and I couldn’t take my eyes off them. I wanted so badly to see the angels—just for a second.
We all stepped into the room. We gathered around the tree. We prayed. And I smiled from ear to ear… because there it was! A green typewriter—the angels had brought it just for me.
From that moment on, I wrote on it every day. Clumsily at first, with just my two index fingers, which often got stuck between the keys. I wrote about dragons, squirrels, hedgehogs, and fairies. Because I knew they were all here… even if only a few people could see them. And that’s exactly why I had to tell their stories—so the whole world could know them too.
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