Enter the speculative fiction worlds of Mab Morris.

I grew up making up stories along the stream in my back yard. Rocks became countries, poplar pods became pirate ships, and water skimmers and tiny fish became sea monsters. My friends, my twin, and I would explored miles of creek and woods, past beaver damns and privet palaces. My stories evolved with mythologies of various places in the woods, and a kinship to the land. Things haven’t changed much since then.

Even now, during rare times off from caregiving my mother, I’m often crafts new novels while walking on trails nearby–seeing the changes over the many years.

With family on three different continents, my father’s philosophical and theological background, my mother’s deep love of art and various world cultures added to the multi-cultural mix. This was combined with the mix of cultures and religions on our street. As I grew up, the combination of crafting woodland stories, and a deep fondness for world cultures and mythologies threaded together: Becoming the inspirational backdrop of my work.

My childhood was interesting. It led to being a misfit.

My characters are misfits. Reluctant heroines, semi-outcasts, with self doubt and imposter syndrome. Recent editorial comment helped me understand what “being in one’s head” might look like. It was a negative comment about a character (since revised, but with an ah hah! moment one might get from therapy). They’re human, and not. There’s something special inside each of them: the very thing that makes them unique—that save the day, their people, or reveal their inner divinity..

I’m is easily found on Facebook, I pops in from time to time on Instagram. There’s a basic map of Ihyel can also be found on World Anvil. Facebook is probably the easiest way to contact me, but I do have a newsletter.  I’d love to hear from you!