Le Grimoire — Blog

Making a five-year-old child, a woman under a man’s thumb, and her tormentor think — each in their own language, without ever letting them bleed into one another. The gamble of multiple voices, empathy as a tool, and the moment my character sheets started overflowing again.

It started as a simple romance. Then my refusal of the déjà-vu dragged me into 3,000 years of History, four interludes across the centuries, and a secret character impossible to keep track of — until I was drowning in my own notes.