Sarah Rockwood

Tales of the Strange & Unusual

Before I ever wrote a novel, I wrote songs.
Music was the first place I wove worlds—and told the truth.

Part classic rock. Part dark folk. Part haunted country hum—
my sound lives in the space between power and tenderness, ache and edge.
I sing like I write: cinematic, raw, and rooted in something ancient.

Some say my voice is captivating.
Others say it’s strong, clear, sensual—instantly recognizable.
They all say the same thing: Once you hear it, you don’t forget it.

So press play.
Let the bruises bloom.
Let something shake loose.
Let the rhythm seep into your bones.