There’s something about stories. They linger. They wait. They slip into your dreams, settle into the corners of your mind, biding their time. Some arrive loud and clear, ready to be written. Others? They take the long way around.
Everlasting was one of those.
Back in 2010, I was living in Brampton, Ontario, scribbling in a well-worn notebook—coffee-stained pages, dog-eared corners, bursting with ideas. A girl named Sady Smith took shape. A girl with a past she couldn’t escape, a world filled with secrets, supernatural forces, and a prophecy that didn’t care what she wanted.
I kept writing. Words turned into chapters. Chapters turned into a novel. 100,000 words. And then?
Gone.
A corrupted save. A lost file. A gut-punch of disbelief. If you’ve ever lost something you poured yourself into, you know that feeling.
I let it go. What choice did I have?
But stories—the real ones, the ones that matter—they don’t just disappear.
A Lost Story, A Second Chance
A decade later, during the summer of 2020, I was digging through an old flash drive looking for a photo. Instead, I found a Word document with a file name that read like straight-up gibberish. At first, I assumed it was an old CV. I just hoped it wasn’t a virus.
I opened it anyway. And there she was. Sady. 25,000 words. A piece of her still waiting. So I started again.
I almost published Everlasting in 2021. Almost. But life had other plans. Work, chaos, and everything in between.
But Sady? She waited. Never rushed, never fading. Just waiting for the right moment.
What’s Everlasting All About?
Turning eighteen is supposed to mean freedom—the threshold between who you were and who you’re about to become. But for Sady Smith, eighteen is just another year of running, hiding, pretending.
She knows why her family moves. She understands why she’s spent her life training, preparing-running. The people hunting them aren’t just myths or shadows in the dark. They’re real.Â
However, what she doesn’t know—what no amount of combat training has prepared her for—is what happens when the truth doesn’t just follow her. It wakes up inside her.
At first, it’s subtle—a flicker beneath her skin, a pulse of something she can’t name, cravings for things she shouldn’t want. Then there’s Greyson Black, her new history teacher, who watches her like he’s waiting for her to understand something just out of reach.
And just when her world starts unraveling too fast, Kelsey Hamilton crashes into her life. Her first real friend. The first person to see her as just Sady. Not a warrior, not a prophecy, not a girl with secrets—just a person.
For the first time, she starts to believe she could belong somewhere.
But the universe isn’t that kind.
Because what’s inside her isn’t normal—it’s awakening. And it’s calling out to something—or someone—else.
A prophecy. A war. A fate she never asked for.
And just when she thinks she’s figured out the rules of the game, she steps into her life. And she questions herself again – something that should feel impossible, especially when she’s already drawn to someone else.
If fate is already written in the stars…
Why does Sady feel like she’s about to set fire to the whole damn sky?
The Final Countdown: 3 Weeks to Go
Timing is funny that way.
My first book? Released on Winter Solstice 2019—the shortest day of the year, a turning point between darkness and light. And now, Everlasting is arriving on the Spring Equinox, March 21, 2025—a day of balance, renewal, and the moment when light officially wins.
And if that ain’t poetic, I don’t know what is.
This book has lived in the dark long enough. It’s been tucked away in notebooks, buried in forgotten flash drives, waiting for the right moment to rise, to step into the light, to finally be seen. And now, that moment is almost here.
Three weeks from now, you’ll meet Sady Smith and step into her world. You’ll feel what it’s like to be eighteen, hunted, and standing at the edge of a truth that could either set you free—or burn everything you thought you knew to the ground. You’ll experience a slow-burn romance tangled in fate, a girl questioning everything she thought she wanted, and prophecy that wants to control her choices.
The question is: What would you choose?
Because the thing about prophecies? They don’t care what you want.
And neither does fate.
