Kristiana L.H. Miller

Fiction and Poetry

About Kristiana

Born and raised in Vienna, Austria, Kristiana has been writing stories and poetry since she was young. Curious to explore her passport country, she relocated to the United States to attend Westmont College, Santa Barbara, where she graduated with a BA in Social Science.

She revisited her love for writing after the birth of her children, playing with prose and poetic verse in different formats and dreaming up stories. Her self-published poetry collections, Poems for the Footsore Wanderer and Poems for the Long Road Home, reflect years of transition and loss through both art and faith, marking multiple international moves. After ten patchwork years in the United States and three years in Ireland, she resettled in Vienna with her husband and two daughters, where she was inspired to write her debut fantasy novel, Thirst & Ashes.

When she’s not writing, you can find Kristiana engaged in local and international youth work, immersed in beautiful stories, and drinking obscene quantities of black tea.

Thirst & Ashes

A debut fantasy adventure novel

Betja

It was the children Betja thought about when he ran into the village with a shout. There were boys and girls in these buildings, little ones like his own siblings, small and scared and in grave danger.

A concept drawing of a young man covered in ash and soot carrying a young child in his arms.

Concept illustration by Hamabee_art

Katharina & Liani

'“Cut off your hair,” she demanded, a small smile tugging the corner of her lips at the maid’s shocked expression.

Concept illustration by Hamabee_art

Devon & Nadine

The rest of the men sprang forward with a shout, but she was faster. Devon wasn’t sure how she had grabbed the gun again, but the shot that rang through the clearing left little room for doubt.

Another body toppled into the grass.

A man and a woman stand together. The man holds his hands up in surrender, while the woman wields a pistol in defiance.

Concept illustration by Hamabee_art

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