Three years ago, my grandmother woke me from a dead sleep. Catalina Kennedy had been gone for years, but that night she was there — vivid, urgent, real. She had one message: Write my story.

There was one problem — I'm not a fantasy writer. I'm a violinist. A music teacher. I've spent my life reading notes on a staff, not crafting them into sentences. Fiction was a different language entirely.

But her voice wouldn't let me go. So I picked up the pen and started learning.

I named my protagonist Cat — short for Catalina — and wrote a first line that came from nowhere: 'An epic love that needs to be written in the stars and told for generations.' I didn't know I was writing prophecy.

The Of Irish Myths and Incan Legends series is woven from real family history — treasure hunters who vanished into the Amazon, a love story that crossed continents, and an Incan legacy that still carries our family name. I thought I was writing fiction. I was telling the story my grandmother trusted me to find.