Lore — The Locust Tree & Its Echoes
In my stories, there is a tree — the Locust Tree. It is no ordinary tree. It is a witness.
When oaths are spoken beneath its branches, the bark hums. When betrayals occur, its thorns fall like sharp rain. Some say the tree itself remembers what people wish to forget. Others believe it is only a symbol — a reminder that no oath, no matter how hidden, escapes the weight of history.
I return to this image again and again in my writing. Why? Because it reflects us. Our lives are bound by promises, by truths we try to carry or bury. And like the Locust Tree, we are shaped not only by what we choose, but by what we dare to remember.
This blog will share more of these echoes — glimpses of the worlds I’m building and the myths that inspire them. I invite you to step beneath the branches and listen with me.
