Writing about myself has never exactly been my specialty.

When I wrote the first version of this page, I even felt the need to clarify that talking about myself on my own website might come across as a little narcissistic. Several years have passed since then, and while I still do not feel particularly comfortable doing it, at least now I have many more stories to tell.

So we might as well start at the beginning.

PAST

The first stories I ever came up with were never meant to be shared with anyone. I remember using my parents’ typewriter to dream up horrible, fantastical monsters, describing what they looked like and why they were dangerous.

Like many kids, I imagined all kinds of amazing scenarios in which my action figures became the protagonists, and things as simple as a piece of modeling clay could turn into the most incredible weapons a child could imagine.

Eventually, some of those stories found their way into little journals that were later lost.

Maybe that was for the best.

I seriously doubt any of them were particularly good, but you cannot really blame me. I was only just discovering how much fun it could be to make up a story.

Then the internet came along, and with it, my inevitable fanfiction phase. Mostly Resident Evil, my favorite fictional universe. And, if I may say so myself, one of those stories actually took third place in a contest organized by a website.

So maybe there was something there after all.

Over the years, however, writing gradually took a back seat. Not because I had lost my love for telling stories, but for something far less dramatic: school, responsibilities, and a lack of time.

The ideas kept coming.

Some made it onto a few pages. Others never made it out of my head.

Among them was one particularly outlandish idea.

It was also far too ambitious for me at the time. Back then, finishing something twenty pages long already felt like an accomplishment, so that story simply stayed there while I imagined characters, events, and places I still had no idea how to turn into a book.

In 2012, while I was in college, things began to change.

Between short-film scripts, creative exercises, and academic projects, I started writing regularly again. That old story came back too, and little by little, it stopped feeling like an impossible idea.

But I still had a long way to go before I could tell it.

In 2013, a few classmates and I developed another short story. None of us knew at the time that, years later, it would eventually become my first published work: The Girl and the Seed.

I still have that original treatment. It is simple, it is missing so much of what the book would eventually become, and every now and then, it is fun to go back to it and compare it with what it ultimately turned into.

After graduating from college—and, if we are being honest, after a long conversation with a girl I met online—I finally decided to do something I had never quite dared to do before: publish.

And that is how The Girl and the Seed came to be.

And while all of that was happening, that outlandish story kept growing.

PRESENT

More than eight years passed between those first ideas and the moment I could finally begin telling that story the way I wanted to.

In 2022, I published Crimson Crest.

In the old version of this very page, I wrote that the book was only “the first step,” and that someday I would continue that story with something called Feral Lands.

Back then, it was under the section titled Future.

Not anymore.

Feral Lands stopped being that project I had spent years imagining and finally became a published work—and the continuation of a world that has grown tremendously since its earliest ideas.

Because somewhere along the way, something happened that I had not anticipated either.

I was no longer building just a story.

I was building a world.

One called “Aethalya.”

Aethalya began to develop a history of its own: regions, conflicts, organizations, places, events, and people whose existence extends far beyond what necessarily appears on the pages of any one book.

I cannot wait for you to meet so many more of the people who already exist in my head and are still waiting for their chance to step onto the page.

Crimson Crest and Feral Lands are both part of that world, but each tells its own story within it.

I have also had the chance to experiment with different ways of bringing those stories to an audience. My works have evolved, new editions have appeared, and Crimson Crest even made the leap to audiobook (although available only in spanish at the moment).

FUTURE

This was the easiest part to write in the previous version of this page.

I could simply say that Feral Lands was “coming soon” and let my future self deal with the problem.

Now I am that guy.

And I have discovered that the future is still every bit as uncertain.

I have stories I want to continue, others that are still taking shape, and some that have been waiting for their turn for years. Some belong to worlds that those who have read my books already know. Others might take us somewhere completely different.

I do not know which of all those ideas will become books five, ten, or twenty years from now.

But one thing has changed since I wrote that first version of this page.

Back then, I wondered whether I would ever be able to tell that outlandish story I had spent so many years imagining.

Now I know I can.

So as long as there are stories screaming to get out of my head, I intend to keep trying to give them a place outside of it.

I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them.

— Edgar García