Every story starts somewhere.

Mine started with Sailor Moon.

Not the glitter or the transformation sequences (though I’ll always love those), but the ache underneath it, that impossible devotion that crosses lifetimes. I was obsessed with the idea of two people who keep finding each other again, even when fate, memory, and the universe itself say no.

That’s the heartbeat of Beneath the Falling Stars.

It’s what happens when you take the bones of a magical girl story, destined love, cosmic duty, the price of power, and twist it until it bleeds. What if the stars weren’t benevolent guardians but gods who punish love for daring to burn too brightly? What if devotion could become a curse that echoes through every lifetime?

That’s how Isadora and Evander were born: a priestess who believes the lie that emotion will destroy her world, and the alchemist who refuses to stop feeling.
They’re not good people.
They’re not villains either.
They’re the kind of lovers who make the universe flinch, the “we were gods once, now we’re barely human” kind.

It’s a story of lovers to enemies to lovers, of remembering and forgetting, of dying for love and then trying to unlearn it. It’s reincarnation as punishment, not reward, a cycle that turns devotion into defiance.

And yes, it’s romantic. But not the tidy kind.
It’s the kind of romance that hurts, the kind that asks what’s left of love when you’ve already lost everything sacred.

If Sailor Moon gave us a universe where love saves the world, Beneath the Falling Stars asks: what if it destroys it?

Because sometimes salvation and ruin are the same thing, they just wear different faces every lifetime.

The first book in the Soulmarked series is Beneath the Falling Stars! Coming December 2025.