ABOUT ME
My name is Sandra Wagner.
Yes, the short version of Cassandra.
What a coincidence.
Actually, I have three names.
No, I'm not telling.
Sandra is just perfect.
I also write.
And I create all the illustrations
you see here.
Which is somewhat surprising,
because I was spectacularly bad
at art at school.
So bad, in fact, that I had to choose
music instead.
I played the piano for a couple of
years.
Ballet didn't go particularly well either.
I took fencing classes.
Make of that what you will.
I did mention the name thing, didn't I?
In case you're wondering how much
Cassandra there is in me.
Writing, however, was always my thing.
Journals. Stories.
Endless fragments of things.
And somewhere, I am fairly certain,
there are still about 150 pages
of an unfinished fantasy novel.
Exhausting. And mostly 150 very
boring pages.
I love short stories.
The ones we read.
The ones we tell each other.
And perhaps most of all,
the ones that make us look at
something we thought we knew
and see it differently.
So I started writing them.
And it turned out that somehow,
everything was connected.
The Cycle stories came first.
Beginning with Becoming.
And yes.
They are heavy.
I know that.
Some of them wrench your gut.
Mine too.
But there is something in them I love.
Raw emotion, perhaps - dressed in
myth and lyrics and,
occasionally, poetry.
I normally don't write poetry.
Unless I am heartbroken
and have had a couple of
glasses of wine.
Those poems are generally
not very good when I read them
again in the morning.
Except the two in Antevasin.
Well.
Maybe not good.
Acceptable.
They took me forever to write, by the
way.
But those heavy stories eventually
brought me to the Keeper.
I needed someone - or something -
to guide the reader through the
shadow valleys.
And, frankly, to keep an eye on
Cassandra.
She is quite a handful.
Writing her is wonderful.
Writing him is a delight.
I love both characters very much.
Sometimes I even hear
the Keeper commenting
on my real life.
Rarely.
But it happens.
He is usually unhelpfully observant.
So creating and building this world
has become a wonderful
contrast to my other life.
I know offices and technology very well.
Let's leave it at that.
Here, I get gods and gardens.
Crossroads and ravens.
Champagne and black flowers.
Fate with a sense of humour.
People who may or may not
be what they seem.
At some point, I thought Cassandra
deserved a real voice.
Well, actually, I thought I was rather
bad at writing dialogue.
So naturally, I decided to write a play.
It was a challenge, I have to admit.
And it is not Shakespeare.
I adore Shakespeare, by the way.
But something happened while I was
writing it.
Cassandra became more alive.
Then there was a pause.
Until more stories started appearing.
Different stories.
More contemporary. Sometimes lighter.
Sometimes rather strange.
The problem was, I had no idea where
to put them.
I needed some kind of system.
That became the Encounters.
A place where Cassandra could meet
all sorts of forces without everything
having to belong to The Cycle.
Apparently, once I had given them
somewhere to go, they kept coming.
That's more or less how this whole
world unfolded.
Not according to a grand plan.
One story creating the need for the
next thing.
And Cassandra, wandering
through all of it.
I hope you grow fond
of these characters too.
I hope you walk with them
through the stories.
Some will take you into darker places.
Others are considerably more fun.
And some things that look insignificant
may turn out to matter quite a lot.
Because there is one other thing
you should probably know about me.
I love planting hints.
A sentence here.
A detail there.
Something that seems perfectly
innocent at the time.
Plot twists are among my favourite
things.
So if you think you've spotted
something...
You might have.