T.A. McEvoy grew up in heels and high fantasy, despite being told girls weren’t supposed to love dragons, elves, or galaxies far, far away. She never saw a reason to stop. Though she avoids camping (unless it involves a bed, a shower, and zero bugs), she’s drawn to darker tales with quiet strength, broken heroes, and healing that matters as much as vengeance. In her world of Vacari, forests mourn, dragons remember, and love comes in many forms—none of them asking you to change to be worthy. She writes for readers who never quite fit in, who carry their softness like armor, and who crave fantasy with heart and teeth. Her dragons love deeply, but it’s not always romantic love. Because love takes many forms. They are guardians. And sometimes, they are the only ones who truly understand.
