Our Story
Sometimes we take the long road home…
The journey of the Origin of the Flaming Rose has been anything but ordinary. What started as an idea on a hot summer’s afternoon soon turned into seven novels and counting.
Origin of the Flaming Rose was and is the cornerstone of every single story I spent countless hours writing. It is the true beginning. It is where it all started and where the true story begs to be told.
It’s written for anyone who has spent days wondering why their heart felt empty. It is for those who feel alone in crowded rooms. For those who feel at peace in the dark amongst the shadows with ghosts that whisper of days past and lifetimes long since lived.
For those who are searching for the other half of their heart. Those who dream of lovers hands, kisses, of moments, memories, and days gone or yet to be.
This story is written for those who dare to search for love. Not the empty kind. Not the kind of love that asks for conditions.
No, it was written for those seeking the true meaning of love. For the brave, for the weary, for the weathered, and perhaps even for the foolish.
For those who dare to love boldly.
It is for those who seek a love that is embodied and eternal.
Just like the flaming rose itself. Eternal. Enduring. Burning. Painful. But above all else…
Pure, unconditional, and irreplaceable.
“Wait for me.
Wait like the rain waits for the moon.
Wait for me like the dark sky waits to turn into noon.
Wait for the moment when I take your hand.
But please, whatever you do, don’t give up on me.
Please don’t refuse my hand.
For if you do, I may never breathe again.”
— Samual, Origin of the Flaming Rose
Where it started…
I first started writing in February 2024. I was listening to music when an idea came to me. I saw the image of a knight standing in a forest, and what unfolded next was a story rich with bonds, tarot, witches, angels, demons, gods, and of course fate and the cruel hands of time.
What followed was two solid years of writing, honing my craft. Dedicated hour after dedicated hour slipped away as I sat behind my keyboard, disappearing into the mystical worlds beyond the page.
Only the stories I wrote didn’t come out in a sensical fashion. No, they came out in pieces. A puzzle. One chapter at a time. I too was along for the ride, never knowing what twist or turn the next chapter would take, let alone where the next word would take me.
Key stroke after key stroke, as broken hearts and torturous bonds slipped across the page, I fell further beneath the spell of writing and the ever-charming allure of an elusive publishing deal.
Of course, just like any other budding writer, I polished manuscripts for hours, pushing forward towards the ever-distant, yet seemingly unobtainable title of author.
Until one day. The words stopped. The stories and their puzzle pieces dried up.
Or didn’t stop, no, they changed. Instead of endless stories about bonds, love, and war. I began to write letters. From one lover to another.
Over time, those letters began to take shape, and a tale of past lives, eternal bonds, and pleading broken hearts began to escape onto the page.
But what I didn’t know was the way those words changed would forever transform the course of my life, and that is how Origin of the Flaming Rose was born.
Whether you believe in the mythos of past lives or not, there is something to be found for everyone in Origin of Flaming Rose and the universe of eternal love, bonds and the haunting loop of fate.
“Each hungry breath that fails me is my penance for the lifetimes of wrongs and the lifetimes of rights.
The lifetimes of tears and burning breaths of embers and ash, for the lifetimes of earthy pine and cool winds, lifetimes of braids and sweet wild flowers.
Roses and blades. Pain and wounds. Shields and sorrow. Quiet spaces and comforted silence.
When the words you chose not to say hung heavier than the ones you whispered on the winds through lifetimes.
Lifetimes where the fear in my heart grew too fiercely that I could no longer hold it alone.”
— Samual, Origin of the Flaming Rose
Behind the scenes…
The evolution of Sam.
“Should you like to see that flaming rose? Just one more time? Should you like to see my holding that rose? If you ever want to see it, will you tell me?
Because I would love to show you that it still burns for you, my sweet one. Those flames are still lapping at those petals. All the mistakes and dishonourable acts, and still it burns.
Even within the nights of anger and rage and the fists hungry for blood, it still burns. It burned through the deceit, the lies, the love, and the loss.
It still burns, sweet one.
Because even though I was terrified. Even though I ran. I never did give up.”
— Samual, Origin of the Flaming Rose