Sometimes scars aren’t visible to the naked eye. Sometimes they lie just beneath the surface, waiting, festering; the pain growing until it bursts forth, causing unfathomable suffering.
I know, because that’s what happened to me.
I’m Elle Brisbane, and this is my story…
Elle Brisbane, Soul War: The Soul War Series — Book 1
There is a part of us we are taught to hide.
A darkness we carry quietly, sure that if anyone sees it, they will leave. So, we push it down, hide it deep within our soul. We smile over it and pretend the light is all there is.
But God did not make us that way. He did not make a mistake when He made you.
All of us carry two parts of our soul — the light and the dark. That is how He made us. We’re His Earthly Imagers. The dark is not something to be ashamed of, never something to hide. He made us to carry both, to learn to balance them as we walk through life with God beside us.
You are not broken. You never were.
Just like the world around us.
The one you see — the ancient live oaks, their limbs heavy with age, the beautiful old magnolias that bloom through the death and destruction around them, the azaleas that brighten the world every spring, and the Edisto River with its slow-moving blackwater draining into the sea. All reminding us of the beauty in the world. Then there is the other world, the one we can’t see. It’s right there pressing against the beauty, waiting and wanting you to touch it.
You have touched it, even if you didn’t know it. That feeling you got when you stood under the majestic trees as the sun moves across the sky, or along the beach watching the sunset; the awe mixed with unease all in the same breath. Wonder and caution. Love and something much, much colder. You feel it, watching, waiting. You feel its warmth embracing your soul. You feel both, and you can’t tell where one ends and the other began.
That is the place where the two worlds meet. Your soul.
This is a world that meets your child where they are — and never lets them go.
It begins with a frightened child and a Guardian sent by God, in books small enough for the littlest hands. It grows as they grow, each story carrying the same truth a little deeper, all the way into adulthood. From picture books to adult fiction books, The Violet Tempest World is with the reader through it all.
One universe. One truth, told at every age. A journey of strength and discovery, of faith and rebellion, of acceptance and love — your child’s and yours.
That’s why we need Guardians.
Not only to stand between us and The Darkness, but to guide us, to lead us back to God when we stray.
In the books, a Guardian is sent by God when they are needed most, whether to defeat The Darkness, bring courage in the face of Fear, or remind us our strength comes from being Different.
They don’t just exist in the stories.
Every Guardian is sewn by hand and prayed over three times before it ever meets its child. When your child finally holds the one made for them, they’re not holding a toy, they’re holding a friend.
A friend meant to stay, to see them through every part of life, the light and the dark. A friend meant to remind them that God’s love and protection are real. With a Guardian they can wrap their arms around that love and protection, and hold it near.
They all come from the same place. Every book. Every Guardian.
The Lowcountry — ancient, quiet, and full of secrets long buried. Where the dark is pushed back by the light that streams through the oaks and washed away by the rivers that carry things you can’t quite name. It’s a place that holds its mysteries close, yet somehow makes you feel safe enough to set yours down.
Here, you don’t have to hide the Dark. Here, you no longer have to pretend the Light is all there is. Here, you can let every part of you be known. Here, you can be free.