Annalise VanGallows is a recluse by necessity and an author by compulsion.

Life has pressed her into shadows, but that’s where the best stories bloom—along the edges of windows, in the quiet between walls, inside the hush of books that stare back when you read them. Her world is a manor with eyes and ears. The flowers bite, but they bloom. And in the enchanted library, there’s a hammock strung between logic and madness where she can swing and read in peace.

Writing is how she leaves. Each novel is a door, a key, a descent.

Her obsessions? Thought experiments involving truth and lies. Love that rots you from the inside out. The cost of surrender. The reward of choosing it anyway. She believes in passion that devours, wounds that seduce, and the terrifying clarity that comes from falling completely apart.

Her debut novel, Mad Honey, invites readers into a house where nothing is as it seems—where the sweetness of survival comes laced with venom, and where the only way out is through.

Do you come out clean and cleansed on the other side?
Or are you still filthy?