T.A. McEvoy grew up in heels and epic fantasy—despite being told girls weren’t supposed to love dragons, elves, or galaxies far, far away. She never saw a reason to stop.
Though she avoids camping (unless it involves a bed and no bugs), she’s drawn to stories with quiet strength, chosen family, and healing that matters as much as heroism. In her world of Vacari, forests grieve, dragons protect, and love comes in many forms—none of them requiring you to change to be worthy.
She writes for readers like her—those who never quite fit in, who carry softness like armor, and who want their fantasy to have soul.
To her, dragons are not monsters—or boyfriends. They’re guardians. And sometimes… they’re the only ones who understand.
