About Sigrid Brockenhuus
The Awakening
I arrived in this world as the autumn light was fading—the seventh of November, 1975. My childhood was forged in the shadows of ancient mountains, caught in the timeless rhythm of bitter, biting winters and fleeting, sunlit summers. Always, just a few miles away, the restless ocean whispered its siren song. While the world outside was wild and untamed, the walls of my family home were bound by cold formality and strict expectations.
To escape, I retreated to the quiet sanctuary of my room. There, my mind was free to drift through the pages of old tales, my eyes fixed on the distant tree lines as they danced in the restless wind. I became a creature of the woods, spending my summers wandering beneath the watchful, towering canopy of the deepest conifer forests. That profound connection to the evergreens took root deep within my soul—so much so that before I had even left my youth behind, my own hands had returned over 120,000 saplings to the earth, a silent, enduring pact with the forest.
The Pursuit of Knowledge
When the time came to study the world of men, my academic pilgrimage was as winding as the forest paths I grew up on. I sought knowledge in the mist-shrouded state of Washington, first earning a degree in general studies and later returning to complete a degree in psychology. In the years between, my curiosity drew me toward the darker, more complex workings of human nature and societal order, where I delved into the minds of others to emerge with two Social Science bachelor degrees in sociology and criminal justice. My thirst for understanding, however, was not easily quenched. Years later, the winds shifted once more as I secured an additional science degree—adding yet another piece to an ever-unfolding puzzle. It was through this journey I learned that the modern world was not the right place for me; now, my escape is the time-slip books I write about the 14th century.
Bloodlines and Shadows
I bear the title of an Eastern European Countess, a mantle not born into, but bestowed through adoption into a fiercely guarded, aristocratic bloodline whose influence once spanned the rugged, mist-veiled peaks of the continent. The ancestry I was welcomed into is etched with the deeds of relentless barons and counts from centuries past—unyielding guardians of their homeland—and formidable military generals whose commands echoed across battlefields well into the modern age. Yet, my roots stretch even further into the dark soil of history. Through my mother’s blood, the legacy of ruling Hohenzollern princes from distant northern territories flows within me. Though I hold the ancient, inherited right to bear their formidable Coat of Arms, I choose to let their coat of arms sleep in the shadows of the past and bare my own.