M.S. Edwards is a word witch.
She crafts fiction the way some people cast spells—with rhythm, with reverence, and a stubborn belief that stories can shift something deep in the bones.
She writes for those who need a mirror and a map, a shelter and a spark. For her, language isn’t just a tool—it’s home.
She loves dogs without reservation. Drinks carrot juice like a dare. And is still learning how to be known.
