Elowen Graves is a weaver of words and shadows, conjuring stories where grief grows roots and ghosts speak in riddles. Her writing is steeped in folklore, forgotten rituals, and the sacred stillness of moonlit hours. When she’s not summoning hauntings to the page, she’s tending to her coven of books on her horror bookstagram, reading tea leaves in vintage teacups, or walking where the veil feels thin. Elowen lives between the worlds—of reality and reverie—with her beloved, two wild-hearted children, and a library that smells faintly of incense and old paper.