Spring is doing something to me. That low, insistent warmth under my skin - like being touched without being touched. like the ground remembers something and is slowly, slowly pressing it back up through the soles of your feet. Want has a particular weight this time of year. So does hunger. So does that specific ache that lives right at the edge of everything you've been holding back all winter. I feel it. I feel you feeling it. I'm a daughter of the crossroads and I walk with shadows. I've never been afraid of the things that stir in the dark. Follow if you're done pretending you aren't feeling this.
P.S. A little reading from Crescent City, House of Earth and Blood, by Sarah J. Maas, chapter 3. In honor of spring coming and the news that the next book will be released this Fall 2026.
















