Anne Pengelly writes fantasy stories steeped in lore, layered with emotion, and occasionally blasted with glitter. When she’s not wrangling ancient relics and epic destinies on the page, she’s fending off garden snails, training her bonsai (gently), and trying to convince her dog and cat to peacefully co-exist (unsuccessfully).

Her days are a mix of hard Pilates, soft jumpers, and a firm belief that coffee and Prosecco both count as writing fuel. She’s currently learning Spanish for an upcoming family wedding. She knows lots of words but can never remember them when it counts.  Anne is contemplating the perfect flowering tree to plant beside a newly claimed white wall. There will be petals. There will be drama.

Her books feature magic with consequence, characters with heart, and a strong dislike of collars (unless worn by cats—reluctantly). Of course the occasional laugh in the dark. Her writing blends epic stakes with found family, dry wit, and the kind of characters who’d fight ancient gods before finishing their tea.