As a die-hard slow-burn fan, I can confidently say the only insta-love you’ll ever find in my books is between Seph and Sylvia.

Named after two literary giants—Sylvia Plath and Virginia Woolf—both of whom spent parts of their lives in psychiatric care, Sylvia instantly captivates Seph.

Strong and fierce, she navigates it all with calm resourcefulness, shyly hiding and enduring the inner demons that haunt her day in and day out.
Her struggles mirror Seph’s in their intensity and heartbreak, and in the face of the surreal, often absurd challenges this strange place throws at them, the two quickly form a deep connection.

Only to have that bond threatened again and again—by outside forces pulling them apart, gaslighting them into doubting each other, and by internal conflict, where their opinions, minds, and visions for escape—and their future—clash.

I loved writing Sylvia.
She’s the most rational of the utility-closet gang. She has a calm, composed presence, despite the constant barrage of horrific images and experiences.
Maybe she’s the character I admire most. There’s something unshakably dignified about the way she faces fate and her enemies—quietly, steadily, and without drama.

When Seph and Sylvia are in sync, they’re a force to be reckoned with—a team forged under pressure, their fragile bond put through hell. Quite literally.

A POV chapter from Sylvia’s perspective—an intimate look into her inner world—is definitely one of the things I’m most itching to add. To witness the whirlwind of events through a composed mind, from someone who never fully takes center stage in terms of time or focus, yet is so essential across all five books that, in many ways, The Stories We Create is the story of Sylvia Woolf.