Liadan, The Heart of the House 🌱
I have to admit, when I first started reading Son of the Shadows, the beginning didn’t really grab me. It was tough—I dragged it out for almost a month before picking it up again. But then, at a certain point, something completely caught my attention: realizing that the extraordinary isn’t always in grand acts.
I once even wrote that Son of the Shadows felt subtle, smaller compared to Daughter of the Forest. With what seemed like a simple “love at first sight” kind of plot. But I couldn’t have been more wrong.
What you learn in Western witchcraft is that things will happen. Regardless of your will, no matter what you try to do to stop them—they’ll happen anyway.
It was in this book that I understood Sevenwaters as the story of a prophecy already set in motion. Every tiny event builds toward that grand, bittersweet ending. And in a dense, almost desperate way, we often find ourselves stuck in one of humanity’s oldest dilemmas: does free will really exist?
Liadan is only the heroine of her own story—she did what she wanted, and in the end, she reaped the strange fruits of her journey.
Today, I love her like an old friend, even if I’ve wanted to yell at her a few times 🤭🤭🤭










