The Dream That Started It All:

Three years ago, my grandmother woke me from a dead sleep.

That sounds dramatic. It was. Catalina Kennedy had been gone for years, but that night she was there — vivid, urgent, real. She had one message:

Write my story.

I laughed. Not out loud — you don't laugh at your dead grandmother standing in your bedroom at 2 a.m. — but internally? Absolutely. Because here's the thing: I'm not a writer. I'm a violinist. A music teacher. I've spent my entire 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. It followed me into the shower, into my teaching studio, into every quiet moment where I thought I could ignore it. So eventually, I did the only thing I could do.

I picked up the pen.

I named my protagonist Cat — short for Catalina — and wrote a first line that came from somewhere I still can't explain: "An epic love that needs to be written in the stars and told for generations."

I didn't know it at the time, but I was writing prophecy.

See, the Of Irish Myths and Incan Legends series isn't just fantasy. It's woven from my 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. The myths in these pages aren't invented. They were waiting.

I thought I was writing fiction. Turns out, I was telling the story my grandmother trusted me to find.

So here I am — a violinist turned fantasy author, still slightly shocked by the whole thing, writing the next chapter of a story that started long before me.

Welcome to the journey. I'm glad you're here.

— Brigid