I’ve always been drawn to nature-based spirituality for a simple reason: the seasons change whether we acknowledge them or not. The land rests, blooms, withers, and returns again, and there is something deeply grounding in that rhythm. In Sylvaeren, time is not measured only in days and years, but in change, and the seasonal festivals reflect how its people listen to the world around them.

As autumn deepens and Samhain draws near, the veil between worlds grows thin and memories feel close enough to touch. In my world of Sylvaeren, this sacred night is called Soultide—a festival where souls return to the starlight and the living send leaf-lanterns drifting across the water—a quiet reminder that no soul is ever truly lost, and no love ever forgotten.

My name is Fayre Kehoe, and I write dark romantasy filled with fated mates, divine prophecies, court intrigue, and slow-burning love. At the heart of my writing lies one guiding belief: bonds are earned on both sides, never forced. Desire grows with trust, and love is at its most powerful when it is both dangerous and transformative. A Journey into Fantasy For as long as I can remember, stories have been my way of escaping into something larger than myself. Fantasy has always