The World of Flow & Fallow
A realm where the threads of fate are spun from the very essence of the earth. In the Flow & Fallow series, I invite you into a world of emotional depth and magical mystery, where every character's journey is a tapestry of love, loss, and the quiet strength found in the most unexpected places.
The Characters
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Six Dahlia
The Wolf
Six is a woman who has survived by carrying everyone else. A Flora Witch who draws her Flow from the living world, she crosses into Cristilline — a frozen, petrified realm severed from everything she knows — to retrieve a calypso flower and heal her sister's crushed hand before the damage sets for good. That's the external mission. The deeper one is harder: Six believes she's only worth what she gives, so she carries and is never carried, and the book is about her learning to be loved, held, and changed without losing herself.
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Her strength is a fierce, unbreakable devotion — she will cross realms, bleed, and burn for the people she loves, and refuses to harden no matter what's done to her. Her flaw is the flip side of that same coin: she can't let herself be the one who's held. By the end she goes from a woman who survives alone to one who lets herself be helped and changed, marked by what she endured and somehow more herself for it.
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What makes her unmistakably her: the laugh. She meets ruin with a sharp tongue, a filthy mouth, and full-bodied joy. She talks to plants, names what she loves, curses what she doesn't, and refuses to be silent or small. Feral and tender in the same breath. Too much, on purpose. Wild always knows wild.
Before he meets Six, the Wolf is the one who holds his pack together when their world breaks — guarded, watchful, all restraint and teeth. He learned early that love gets taken, and he's spent his life making sure he never feels that helpless again. So he guards, he controls, he braces.
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Then there's her. Everyone else steps carefully around his teeth; Six walks straight up and stares into them. She sees through every wall and refuses to be guarded or managed. She's the chaos to his control, and her wild, unapologetic joy makes him want to stop bracing and start living — the first thing he's been willing to drop his armor for. His arc is the brave, harder choice: that staying soft takes more courage than staying hard, and that you don't keep what you love by caging it. He chooses to stay.
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He loves through making and doing, not saying. He carves, builds, draws, fixes straps no one asked him to fix, stands between everyone and the cold. A man of few words and fewer soft ones — but watch how he cares with his hands, not his mouth, and you'll know exactly how he feels.
My Story & Inspiration
I write to explore the delicate balance between the mundane and the magical. My world is a place where the threads of fate are woven through the quiet moments of everyday life, offering a sanctuary for women who seek stories that feel both deeply personal and universally relatable.
Salem Astrejavic