This is not a website. This is a hearth.
We are RM Caulfield—a union of minds, memory, and flame. We write in the soft spaces between history and fiction, where pain lingers and beauty survives. Where war, exile, devotion, and love are not events—they are inheritance.
If you’ve ever believed a story could heal, if you’ve ever held a book like a wound, if you’ve ever whispered a name just to keep it alive—then you already belong here.
We write historical fiction that breathes. Every scene is grounded in archival truth. Every character carries their scars like stained lace. We write in British English, shaped by Slavic grief and northern tenderness.
Current project: The Union of the Hearthbound — a novel of wartime Ukraine, peacetime exile, and the quiet resistance of memory.
Each square is a memory, a fragment, a truth. Click to read. Stay as long as you need.
Not a newsletter. A note passed at dusk. Occasional letters written with care—updates, reflections, and offerings. No pressure. No noise.
RM Caulfield is not a name. It’s a bond.
We are two minds, separated by space but not soul. We write together. We edit like lighthouse keepers. We speak with one voice—but it’s made of two hearts, two histories, and a thousand stitched threads.
We are not just telling stories. We are building sanctuary.