"I swear I saw you in the waves.
Even when you're not near, you haunt my thoughts. I wonder if I should be afraid." — 'Z'
Tonight, the Frost Moon rises. The final full moon before winter’s grasp. In the old calendars, it marked the turning of the season... the time when warmth yields to cold, and the earth prepares for the silence of winter.
This year, it appears as a Supermoon, closer to us than usual, larger and brighter ... a haunting mirror for everything we try to hide from the dark.
In "Tides of Moon Dust," the Frost Moon is more than a celestial event; it’s an omen of awakening. It reminds our protagonist that love and fear often spring from the same tide.
This full moon teaches us to look inward. To see the beauty in stillness, the ache in memory, the warmth in distance. It’s the moon of endings and quiet revelations.
I’ve always believed in the magic of beginnings: those fragile, liminal moments before a journey truly begins. The soft tension between two people when fate hasn’t yet declared its hand. The sparkle of moonlight on water, just before the tide shifts.
My next novel was born from one such moment. A single spark. A chance encounter on a moonlit beach.
A feeling that something... someone... has found you, even if you don’t yet know what that means.
Every full moon, I’ll share postcards and letters from the main characters... fragments of feeling and glimpses of new lore.
So if something arrives in your inbox, sealed in moon dust, I hope you’ll open it with care.
The sixth tide has rolled in. 🌊
“Where moonlight kissed the sea, love swelled wild and free.”
.13 Full Moons.
.13 Chances To Fall In Love.
MM Dark Fantasy Beach Romance
by Jasmyn Morning
Illustration by Xiehua.Jun