House of Wilderose

Welcome to the House of Wilderose.

The House will see you now. If you’ve found us, that means the doors are open for you. 

Unless it’s raining, then they might be shuttered. The stories can feel a bit peculiar about the Weather sometimes. 

In that case, give us a knock and let us know you’re here. Take a seat, find something warm to drink. 

I’m Aveline Wilderose, servant to the stories. Writer, Curator, Gardener and current Custodian of the house.

Don’t ask me how I got here, I no longer recall my origins nor my first footsteps on these wooden floors. 

But enough of that, come in. Stay awhile. You’ll probably find us in the Den just chatting, when we should be in the Library writing.

But should you find us in the Game room playing, remind the House of other rooms. 

Either way, stay as long, or as little as you like.