This is the first book in my Willow series, an adult dystopian. Chase already knows that something is wrong with the society she lives in. The fact that her daughter even exists is prove of that. When the authorities get too interested in the girl after her 5-year-checkup, she is ready to do what it takes to protect her daughter. Together with her friends she soon discovers that the secrets run much deeper than just the question who Willow’s father is.


When a group of dark wizards kills magicians and non-magicians alike, magicians are forced out of hiding after thousands of years of peaceful coexistence. Soon after, magic on one side and weapons on the other create a bloody match and a war seems unavoidable. Trying to prevent a holocaust, Cassandra sets out to prove magicians are not a threat. It’s the fight of a witch who is overwhelmed with daily life against a society who is just as eager to hunt witches as it was in the middle ages. She finds new friends and reunites with old ones along the way – prominently among them a gay dwarf and a dragon breeder with a drinking problem.


I have been writing for as long as I can remember. When I was a child you would often find me cooped up in one of the large chairs in the living room, my bed, or weirdly enough propped inside a door frame (don’t ask me how that was comfortable…) reading book after book without pause.

My younger sister and I would spend a week or two at my grandmother’s apartment each summer where we enjoyed too much candy from the little bakery downstairs and more books than one could ever read. It’s where I first read The Little Prince and wrote down half of the book into my quote collection. It’s where I first read The Diary of a Young Girl – albeit years later than The Little Prince and it is where I typed up my first story on my grandmother’s ancient PC with a yellowed keyboard from her chain-smoking. It was a story about a young cigarette called Phillip (inspired by my grandmother’s cigarette brand of choice) who went on an adventure to avoid certain death by fire. Let’s just say I had a vivid imagination.

One of my most memorable moments as a writer was standing in front of everyone at my best friend’s funeral in my early teenage years. It probably wasn’t much better than the rest of my childhood explorations into writing but it helped mend the gaping hole on my inside and gave some strength to the people who were listening. It is when I first realized just how much power words hold.

With the help of Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs, as well as Bilbo, Dwalin, Balin, Kili, Fili, and the like, I began writing fantasy novels and short stories. Most prominently – and most embarrassingly – among them a sequel to the Lord of the Rings where Smeagol survives and sheds Gollum. Ah well, we’ve all been down the fanfiction rabbit hole.

It was years before I finally went on to original work and even longer until I ever finished anything. In 2016 I finished the last sentence of Chase, book one in the Willow trilogy. A few weeks after moving to New Zealand in 2018, I finally finished the second book of the series after a year-long struggle with one stupid chapter that didn’t want to be written. I hope to finish book three in the early months of 2019. In the meantime, I am also working on my new book Out of Hiding which I hope to finish this year. Constant Vigilance!



Many might consider me too old to listen to the Harry Potter audio books almost every day but all I can say in response is “Always.” To me Harry Potter is about so much more than magic. It’s a story about friendship, and loyalty, and standing up for what you believe in. And in case you care, I’m a Gryffindor with strong Ravenclaw leanings.


While I admit that the movies started the interest, I have since read all the books multiple times, enjoying them so much more than the movies. Tom Bombadil, everyone. Visiting Hobbiton during our first vacation in New Zealand was a dream come true. And now I live in New Zealand. Considering how short I am, does that make me a Hobbit now?


When I was a child, my mom gave me her old battered copy of “Die Unendliche Geschichte.” The original, in German, horribly outdated German. It was one of the few things I took from Germany to the US and then to NZ. What makes it so special is the fact that it is printed in green and red, embossed with the emblem on the front – exactly as it is described in the story.


When we were children, we would often spend a week of our summer break with Grandma. I wrote down quotes from The Little Prince in a large folder, memorising my favourites. When my Grandmother passed away, I inherited her old copy which still smells like cigarettes to this day, pages yellowed. Together wit my copy of The Neverending Story, I took this all the way across the world.



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