If you are reading this, you have likely strayed off the path.
Welcome. I’m Sylvia.
I have always been fascinated by the places where the pavement cracks and the weeds take over. There is a specific kind of quiet in a garden that has gone wild—a sense that the plants are not just growing, but waiting.
That is where my stories live.
I write dark romantic fantasy about crumbling glass domes, military academies where the tuition is your own blood, and the kind of love stories that usually require a tetanus shot. My debut novel, The Conservatory of Thorns, is an exploration of those themes: the beauty of rot, the danger of blooming, and the question of whether a monster can ever really be tamed.
What You Will Find Here
This website serves as my field journal. I’ll be using this space to catalog the chaos of writing, including:
- Field Notes: Updates on my current works-in-progress.
- The Index: Deep dives into the lore and poisonous botany of the Infernum.
- The Greenhouse: Official news on releases and signings.
I generally prefer the company of houseplants to people, but I do occasionally wander onto the internet. If you want to keep up with my research (and see pictures of my questionable coffee consumption), you can find the links to my social media in the sidebar.
Mind the thorns while you’re here. They tend to snag.
— S.B.
