The huntress of the stars, beloved of Artemis
a bow in one hand, a dagger in the other
the moon on her lids, the sun in her heart
forest spirit, pursues traces of lost souls

Hello, I am Mal!

I write. I write about cursed elves and fae court, I write about dead assassins and forest witches.
I write fantasy with a touch of scare and scare with a touch of fantasy.
I am the word fae, the protector of the forest of quills and ink.

Last update: 22.11.22.