I’ve always loved stories, especially fantasy. Some of my favorite memories growing up involve getting completely lost in books and imaginary worlds, and somewhere along the way this story started building itself in my head too.

Capheleon Night actually began years ago. I had characters, pieces of scenes, and ideas about another world existing alongside our own, but life got chaotic and eventually the story got buried beneath everything else. Work, stress, everyday life. I stopped writing for a long time and honestly thought maybe it would stay that way.

Recently I noticed my old Facebook page for the story was suddenly getting views again, and for some reason that made me open everything back up and start looking through it. Once I did, it all came rushing back surprisingly fast. The world felt different than it used to, more grounded and emotional than the version I originally imagined, but it still felt familiar.

One of the biggest reasons this story matters so much to me is Magnus.

Magnus was my dog when I first started building this world years ago. He was one of the best dogs I’ve ever known, unbelievably loyal, protective, stubborn, gentle, and somehow always aware of what people were feeling before they said a word. Losing him was incredibly hard, and I think part of why I came back to this story now is because writing Magnus into these pages feels like getting to keep a part of him with me.

So while Capheleon Night is absolutely a fantasy story with storms, hidden worlds, strange memories, and all the things I’ve always loved reading, it’s also personal in a way I didn’t fully expect when I started writing again.

I still have a long way to go, but for the first time in years I’m genuinely excited about this world again.

I’ve spent the last few weeks deep in the middle of rewriting and expanding Capheleon Night, and for the first time in a long time, the story finally feels like it’s becoming what I always imagined it could be.

A lot of the atmosphere in this series comes from real places around the Ozarks and the lake, especially during storm season. Some scenes have existed in fragments in my head for years, but seeing the characters and the mystery finally start connecting together on the page has been one of the most rewarding parts of returning to this project.

I’m currently working through Chapter 15, and the deeper I get into the story, the more I realize how much this world has been shaped by memory, grief, hidden places, and the feeling that something has always existed just beneath the surface.

Welcome to the place in my head that I would love to call home but alas reality is not always as fun as what we dream up. The world of Capheleon Night is a wonderful world close to ours but different in many ways. I will be updating this blog about one to two times a week if possible. This will be an ongoing blog about this world as it relates to the story I am writing around it. The story, I feel will take quite some time to come together at least the first book, but I want to make sure that you understand the world I am building for these characters. So here it is, this is raw and as it comes to me so please be patient and if you have any questions or comments please feel free to leave them and I will be happy to answer them as soon as I can.