The road to paradise was narrow, dangerous, and impossible to resist. Now, the road leading to the lake was steep and narrow, winding and twisting with hairpin turns on one side and cliffs dropping straight down into the deepest parts of the lake on the other. It was a dangerous road, the sort of road…
A quiet summer morning, a hidden channel, and the first steps toward something Adeline never expected. As you get close to the lake, you can smell it. The scent of sun-drenched pine rides in on the breeze, mixed with the musk of warm earth and green things growing. Then the sunshine streams through the dense…
A story born from lake summers, dark woods, and the quiet power of believing in what we cannot always see. Some stories begin long before they are written. Adeline grew from the wonder I carried with me as a child: lazy summer days at the cabin on the lake, woods waiting to be explored, night…