Claudia Peer

An ancient map spread across a writer's desk. Apparently, even the Darkest Demon needs a passport. I created Penumbria in Austria. Since then, its Demons have crossed into the United States, the United Kingdom, Germany, the Netherlands, Belgium and, most recently, Sweden. All without asking my permission or offering me a place in their luggage. Which is a shame, because I love to travel. Soon, Ashan, Sinia, Carlos, Mo, Rodon, Thorn and Sadness will have travelled further than

Map of the dark romantasy world of Penumbria, it started empty. Penumbria grew slowly at first. When I began writing, all I wanted was one scene. Because of that, there was only enough world for that scene to exist. A stream flowed outside a magical veil, beneath which the last survivors had found protection. Nearby, a crossroads had become a village out of necessity. It was a small place held together by routine, familiarity and a peace that had lasted far too long. That was

Inside my mind, dreams come to life. Dreams are rarely handed to us. I think most of us know that. And yet, somewhere inside us, there is often still a small hope that one day everything will suddenly fall into place. That there will be a moment when we reach the top of the mountain, look around and realise that we have finally arrived. The struggle will stop. The doubt will disappear. Someone will ring a bell, throw confetti into the air and officially announce that the drea