Greetings, my darklings,

You may have noticed the crypt a bit quieter than usual—no new screams echoing through the halls, no fresh shadows creeping across the page. I owe you an explanation.

Life, it seems, has been scripting its own gothic tale for me. A new little soul is on the way—a baby girl, due January 2026. She will be my third child, a fresh chapter I both cherish and fear in equal measure. But this haunting is not without trials. This pregnancy is high risk, a story marked with hospital visits, morning sickness that feels like a curse, and blood thinners for a DVT lurking in my right leg like an unwelcome phantom.

Because of this, my writing has been more unpredictable than the flicker of a candle in a storm. Some days I’m able to weave my words into the worlds of horror I so love, and other days, the only ink spilled is in medical charts and restless dreams.

But make no mistake: Elowen Graves endures. The stories will return, slower perhaps, but they will rise again—just as every good monster does.

Thank you for lingering in the dark with me, for waiting while I wrestle both shadows and miracles. Your presence is the steady flame in this midnight chapter.

Until the next haunting,
Elowen 🕯️