To Those Who Walk Beside the Fire

There is a moment—quiet as a held breath, bright as the first spark—when a reader steps into one of my worlds. I feel it like a shift in the air. A whisper along the edges of the veil. A new heartbeat joining the rhythm of wolves, witches, and wandering moons.

And every time… it humbles me.

You choose to walk paths carved in ash and prophecy.
You follow characters who bleed, break, rise again.
You brave forests that whisper your name and skies split by dragonfire.
You step willingly into the danger, the yearning, the curse, the hope.

And for that, I am endlessly grateful.

Writing these stories is a kind of magic—ancient, unruly, demanding its price. But you?
You are the reason the magic glows brighter.
Your presence steadies the flame.
Your loyalty keeps these worlds alive long after the page closes.

When you share your excitement… I feel it.
When you fall for a character I once feared was too broken… I celebrate.
When you tell me a scene gripped your heart and didn’t let go… that is the truest spell of all.

So to you—
The brave.
The passionate.
The ones who dare to step into the fire and return for more—

Thank you.

May the moon favor your journey.
May the wolves guard your steps.
And may the magic you carry never dim.

— Zoey Frost