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The dim light of twilight settled over the ancient forests of Mirkwood, painting the gnarled trees in hues of dying red and shadowy gray. Once, this forest had been called Greenwood the Great, but that name had long since been forgotten. The twisted boughs above seemed to smother what little light remained, and the air…

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Hey, you! Yes, you, the one who just stumbled in here wondering why this author seems to have a small country worth of characters and worlds under her pen.I’m Aleksandra (but most of you know me as the Witch of Hellridge) — I write romance, fantasy, urban fantasy, steampunk, contemporary romance, paranormal mystery, and… occasionally……

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As dusk settled in, the city had already been engulfed by the indigo veil of night. The streetlights cast long shadows along the narrow alleyways, their soft glow fractured by the looming silhouette of old brick buildings. The air was thick with humidity, and everything felt like it was on the verge of something—whether it…