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Before the story begins, there is a world. Before the world, there is a tree whose roots thread through everything. Her name is Ysildras, and from her heart she made MirMarnia.
This is one of her stories.
Nix is fourteen years old when his magic erupts without warning and tears a wound through time itself. Half Tiorian Lightweaver, half Caelvarae, he is something MirMarnia has never seen before.
He stumbles out of a tear in time, wounded and changed, into the company of three friends. But what emerges from that tear in the air is not quite the boy they knew. Something ancient and dangerous has woken in him, something none of them, least of all Nix, are prepared for.
What follows will take all four of them further than any map can reach, through sentient rivers and living forests, through ancient cities grown in the canopy of Eldertrees, through temporal mist migrations and labyrinths and the slow, extraordinary discovery of who they actually are to each other.
MirMarnia is an epic literary fantasy twenty years in the making. It has its own language, its own cosmology, its own bestiary, and its own calendar, woven through every chapter.
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(Artworks on my cover and in my content are originals created by me, either in pencil, pastel, watercolour, or in Procreate using oil paint brushes, Eaglehawk brushes, or smudge tools)
Following Chapter 8 on 27 April 2026, new chapters will appear every Monday at 6:30pm (UK time).