What You Will Always Find
Warmth. A laugh or three. A found family worth belonging to. Magic that is more charming than dangerous. A slow, gentle pace that is the whole point. And everyone, always, thanked by name.
Fantasy Rebuilt For A Tired Heart
About Ada
If you need a story that restores you instead of demanding from you, you are in the right cottage.
I write words, and I write worlds. Not the loud, chaotic ones that make you want to be anywhere else, but realms full of found families, buildings with opinions, and quirky heroines finding themselves.
I write them because the world outside has got rather loud, and I have always preferred somewhere gentler to be. So I build the gentler somewhere, one cottage and one sentient building at a time, for readers who feel the same and need a soft place to land at the end of a long day.
If you grew up loving big magical worlds but no longer have the bandwidth for danger, grimness, or surprise heartbreak, you are exactly who I write for. "Cozy" does not mean nothing happens, mind, or that there is no conflict. There is always something going sideways: a wedding about to fall apart, an enchantment doing the opposite of what anyone asked, magic getting thoroughly above itself. It simply never turns grim, and none of the characters you love get hurt. You will have something to care about. You will never have to brace.
My debut world is Everyday Wonders, beginning with The Gadding Goose: a wandering inn that turns up when your celebration is about to fall apart, run by a burned-out housekeeper who only wanted a quiet life and is not getting one. There will be more worlds after this one. They will all be warm.
If you need a story that restores you instead of demanding from you, you are in the right cottage. Come in; the kettle's on, and Nettle is already judging your biscuit choices.
A Small Promise
That Is The Contract. I Intend To Keep It.
What You Will Never Find
No peril. No villains. No grimdark. No surprise heartbreak. Nobody you love gets hurt for the sake of a plot twist. If a story of mine ever makes your shoulders climb toward your ears, I have failed at my one job.
And This Is Nettle
The Fox Has Standards.
Nettle is a fox. Nettle is my fox, in the sense that any fox is anyone's, which is to say not at all, but he turns up anyway. He has appointed himself quality control for everything I make, a role that requires a great deal of napping and the occasional biscuit.
You will spot him tucked into corners all over this world, and the odd pawprint where a pawprint has no business being. He would like you to know the biscuit situation here is, in his professional view, adequate.
Want A Letter Now And Then?
Come In, The Kettle's On.
I send one when there is something worth saying: a bit of Wending gossip, a peek at what I am writing, a free story to start you off. Slow, warm, and never a word of spam.