After years of scattered notes, dreams that wouldn't let me sleep, and more coffee than I care to admit, I finally finished my first novel. It's called Beneath the Cloudline . Book one of a series of three novels. Where It Started This story began the way the best ones do: uninvited. I kept dreaming of people swinging between towers—acrobats of survival—moving through a city that had forgotten them. They lived between worlds, where altitude defined privilege and attitude defined worth. Above the clouds, elegance without empathy. Below, labor without recognition. And yet, in the thin air between, something brave still climbed: the idea that connection, not height, makes us human. I didn't know what it meant. I only knew it wouldn't leave me alone. So I followed it. That single image became a divided city where the powerful lived above the clouds and the forgotten lived below. Two young lives colliding across that divide....
