Enter my cottage and receive:

As you step into my woods, a delicious vapor of shadows wraps around you. It smells of mountain wind and ancient pages, of damp soil, forgotten incense… and echoes. Echoes of what was — and what never truly died.

The music plays low and strange. You don’t remember when you sat down, but now you’re here, among creatures with knowing eyes and dangerous grace. The kind of beauty that bites.

I’m Ariane Saltoris.
Publisher. Folklorist. Scholar of Gothic Fiction.
Founder of Caipora Books, where I resurrect haunted folktales, forgotten myths, and the women long buried beneath them. Published author in Brazil — and ghostwriter of final words, tributes, and legacies too heavy for silence.
I write with shadows. Ghosts. Myth. All that lingers.

My work lives at the crossroads of the eerie and the intellectual, between truth and tale. I speak of the dead — and listen when they speak back.

You’ll find stories, yes.
But also meaning. Memory. Power.
And occasionally, grief wrapped in velvet.
Not everything I write is gentle.
But everything I write is true.

So why am I doing this?
Because I believe in the sacred work of remembering.
Because stories are my rebellion, my ritual, and my way home.
Because I don’t want to belong to the algorithm — I want us to build a relationship.
If you stay, I’ll give you dark beauty, strange knowledge, and the occasional spell.

And you’ll leave with something ancient flickering behind your eyes.
The candles are lit. The fog is parting.
The story is waiting for you to enter.

“Welcome to my house! Enter freely. Go safely, and leave something of the happiness you bring.”
— Dracula