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Educator & Author
Katrina Haddin is a dedicated educator and storyteller based in the vibrant landscape of Hawaii. With over a decade of experience in the classroom, Katrina currently serves as a teacher, a role that has profoundly shaped her transition into the world of literature. Her professional journey is as diverse as the genres she writes, having spent five years specializing in preschool education and a formative period teaching English as a Second Language in Russia.
Though she has spent ten years guiding students through the mechanics of language and the joys of early discovery, Katrina began her own journey as a novelist just two years ago. What started as a simple classroom assignment—an effort to model the writing process for her students—blossomed into an obsession with world-building. This creative spark resulted in two major debut publications set for release December 24th 2026: the dark, dystopian thriller Cryptonia: First Born Ashen Daughters and the spellbinding fantasy The Amulet’s Curse.
Academic Background & Creative Journey
Katrina’s academic focus has always been rooted in the transformative power of communication. Her time teaching abroad in Russia provided her with a deep appreciation for how language connects us, a theme that resonates through the "whispered voices" and "secret truths" found in her writing. Conversely, her years in preschool education taught her the importance of foundational wonder and resilience—elements clearly visible in her characters' struggles for identity.
Her writing is often a bridge between the clinical and the magical. In Cryptonia, she explores the grit of survival and the dehumanization of "property" in a world buried in ash, a stark contrast to her daily life in the lush islands of Hawaii. In The Amulet’s Curse, she delves into the "wrinkles in time" and ancestral legacies, drawing on her belief that understanding our history is the key to shaping our future. Whether she is navigating the "Proactive Wall" of a fallen civilization or the "candlelit corridors" of a cursed castle, Katrina’s academic background in language instruction ensures that every word serves the story’s heart.
Degrees & Affiliations
Katrina holds a degree in Secondary Education, with specialized certifications in Early Childhood and ESL instruction. She is a member of the local Hawaii teaching community and is an active advocate for literacy and creative expression in schools. Following the release of her debut novels, she is a rising voice in the indie author community, currently balancing her full-time teaching role with the development of her third upcoming manuscript.

The Amulet's Curse
By Katrina Haddin
Cryptonia: First Born Ashen Daughters By Katrina Haddin

Coming Summer 2026 Book 2: Cryptonia The Ashen Liberation


Nonfiction coming summer 2027


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BOOKS


Fiction
Katrina’s fiction collections offer a blend of imagination and reality, engaging readers with relatable characters and captivating plots.
CRYPTONIA: FIRST BORN ASHEN DAUGHTERS: Prologue “How long has she been out?” Rendered a voice that sounded like it was suffocating in water, a voice that had left an inkling of dread in her chest. Likewise, other voices, some soft, some unpliable, faded in and out and in and out, for lengths of time that made it feel like time had frozen still. All around her, voices danced, voices that all shared the same liquid overtone as his voice, but the others were different; they made her feel shielded from the acquaintance she had with the other, jarring and dissonant one. Suddenly, terror struck. Her head felt bogged down, like it was stuck in a quagmire, a sinking hole that pulled her deeper and deeper into the abyss. She felt the all too familiar arms grab and pull her back down into that hellish place. Arms that pulled and pulled, unrelenting. In and out of consciousness, she felt her soul being sucked back. Back to that place, where she so often retreated to when she needed to hide or be invisible or to escape. The place where her inner demons and conscience battled and warred against one another. A place of anguish and descent. A place of counterfeit security, a forgery that was as unreal as fool's gold. “It didn’t work,” she thought to herself, fighting to diminish the fog that clouded her brain. Her head felt like it was floating in and out of consciousness, as people all around her spoke aloud from one to the other and back again, like a boomerang. “Sir, please calm down. Your…” she paused, with an edge of uneasiness in her tone. “...property,” she strained to say the word. “Say it louder!” he growled. “Um…your… eh, property has suffered from-” her voice faded out again. “I don’t care…” his voice retorted in and out, in and out. “She really needs to get more rest and heal from her injuries. If you could calm down just a little bit, sir… You will be able to take her back home in about a week,” countered her voice. Her voice sounded like it was trying to flee something dangerous, like it was running from something menacing and threatening and vile. Harder now, “A week!” Unassured breaths, desperate and unhinged breaths radiated from the person to whom the statement was directed. Then his voice piqued up a notch, “You brainless woman! Can’t you see this is a ruse! Can’t you do your job? I’m so sick of your dull-wittedness and dense lack of intellect. All of your kind!” he said, belittling her. “I don’t know how you can stand there and tell me this wasn’t a blatant act of disobedience,” he continued. “I will take her back to where she belongs.” He lingered on that last word. Even though I was falling into the miry pit, fading in and out of consciousness, I felt demoralized and dispirited. “How will I ever escape?” I thought as he continued arguing with the medic. “Mr. Stevenson, your surrogate,” she put her hand over her mouth, realizing her error. “Your property, I mean, needs a few more days here before she will be in any shape to go home with you. I truly apologize.” I couldn’t see him, but I knew his look and imagined the dark pits that replaced his eyes, those glaring coals looking back at the guiltless woman as he prepared to wage war against the poor nurse. The beeping on the heart monitor began to speed up with urgency. My heart started racing as though it was running in a triathlon. I could feel the tension and expected in my mind that there were nervous glances being passed between the medical staff as Mr. Stevenson continued his umbrage. “I’M. NOT. GOING. ANYWHERE. WITHOUT. MY. PROPERTY,” he continued. He spat the last word out with angered indifference, making sure there was no mistake about who or what I was to him. Then I heard a commotion—a grand disturbance before slipping into another medical-induced slumber. I could listen to armed guards barging into the room. Before knowing what happened next, I drifted back into a sleepy oblivion, completely unaware of what was coming.
THE AMULET'S CURSE: The Prologue Tears clung to the sides of her face. Like the sticky residue left by secreting slugs, each tear’s stream made a pathway down her cheek. Just moments before, before her melancholic state completely consumed her, she had stumbled on a way out. Before her feet sank into the rotting, fungal-veined bricks that laced the walls, she had concluded she would press on before giving in to her deepest fears. Layla descended with eager haste through a small hole in the ground. A single loose tooth, a wiggle and wrinkle in time, that dangled along the dungeon floor, that she had been thrown in. It had called out to her and beckoned to her ‘to take a chance’ and see where the black void would lead. It was almost as though forces beyond her control were pulling her in like a reel on a rod, and she was the fish. But who was doing the reeling? Or what? It was a foreboding path, an unknown pit in the depths of her parents’ castle. But after months of torture, after months of piercing heartache with nothing but time, the void that lingered in the pit of her stomach had become her tormentor. She had to get away. Too much time had passed that she had lost track of when she had lost him. The sluggish crawl of the clock dragged on without end in sight. Until the quagmire descended upon the wrinkle in the floor of her desolate dungeon cell, she was ready to give up hope of ever seeing him again. So, without much hesitation, she buried her keepsake, her journal-for what reason she knew not; she left it buried under a rotting brick, as though on autopilot. Then, like a shadow in the night, she crept through the hole and down the cylinder gate, the invisible stairway, the path she knew nothing about, yet dared to seek something that was unknown, so long as she was anywhere but the dungeon. Her bare feet touched the ground. A cold and wet liquid enveloped her feet, and thickened mud squeezed in between her toes. She pressed on in search of a way out-it was her only solace in her father’s hell. Then she ran. She ran and ran, knowing not where she was headed, only running as fast and as far as she could to get away from her cell. How long did she run? She knew not. She just knew she had to keep going, even if she dared to give up, she couldn’t. She had to keep putting one swollen foot in front of the other until- *************************************************** Hunger gnawed at her; it clawed at her insides; she hadn’t eaten in days. And the thirst was unrelenting. She needed something more than the drops of sweat that the earth protruded deep under the city streets. Mottled limestone walls soon replaced the timeworn facade of rod-grouted slabs of stone that had first met her feet upon plunging into the pits. The walls began crying along with her as she felt her way down the forgotten pathways of her father’s castle. Small streams of water trickled down, delicately weaving their fingers around curves of stone. Each drip fell into a crevice, crept through every nook imaginable. The water looked enticing. Layla considered the consequences if she were to quench her thirst. Yet again, she could get lucky. Then again… her thoughts betrayed her. What would it matter if I drink it and should die? Or if I go on living only to live in perpetual torment for the rest of my life? Either course is dire, though the first choice did seem a bit more forgiving. To die and be rid of this pain. Of the loss. Of the memory of him. Just as Layla decided to protrude her tongue into the refreshing drip of the water, she caught sight of something shiny. It sparkled underneath the water’s surface-an emblem of some sort. She worked it out of the muddy floor and cradled it in her hands. Memories of her beloved came piercing her. Letting the emblem slip through her fingers, she began to cry her first tears of the hour. “What was that?” she said aloud. Then the pain she’d been carrying came and crushed her body and soul. She began to languish in the darkness of the labyrinth. Quickly, she lunged into the mud to recover the shiny object-there was something alluring about it that made her have to have it. Immediately, her heart swelled with love for one man-Alanguard, upon picking it up. She dropped it again because with that love came an unquenchable pain and heartache. What is going on with this thing? Why is it making me feel this way? “I can’t do this anymore!” she screamed as quietly as she could. Picking up the small object made her recall her love, her undying love, but it also catapulted her right back to the pain of losing him again. It was a war, a battle of love and death that played with her heart. The strings of her heart were being played on multiple keys. The song didn’t sound right, though; it was solemn then jubilant, then melancholy, all in the same moment. Without thinking, or more, unconsciously and in a trance, she cradled the small object in the palm of her hand. Tears streamed down her face, filling every crevice with salty fluids. Overwhelmed with grief and without a care for her life, she began to vigorously rub at the object, as though doing so would leave her with one side of the emotional coin. So, she could be jubilant or grief-stricken, but not both. Both were unbearable. Either she could feel joy and continue living, or she could feel heartbroken and end it right there. Then, as though a force in nature had comprehended her mind’s trickery, Layla’s finger was cut, and a small gouge left a stream of blood to fill and mix with her tears, both directly in the center of the amulet. Then it was lights out, blackness consumed her, and she fell into unconsciousness as her body fell through a vortex.


Nonfiction
Delve into Katrina's nonfiction works, where real-life experiences and insights provide inspiration and guidance in everyday life.
COMING SUMMER 2027


Teacher Support
Katrina also offers free resources for teachers looking to incorporate her writings into their curricula, enhancing the literary experience.
Teacher’s Corner (Example from Cryptonia: First Born Ashen Daughters) Chapter One Teacher’s Corner Chapter One Study Guide Packet Text: Prologue and Chapter One (from your novel) Part I: SAT Vocabulary Directions: Review each word, its definition, and consider how it functions in context within the chapter. Inkling – a slight suspicion or vague idea. Unpliable – rigid; not easily bent or influenced. Dissonant – harsh or jarring in sound or tone; lacking harmony. Quagmire – a difficult, dangerous, or entrapping situation. Abyss – a deep or seemingly bottomless chasm; a metaphor for despair. Unrelenting – not yielding or giving way; persistent. Counterfeit – made in imitation with intent to deceive; not genuine. Demoralized – having lost confidence, hope, or spirit. Dispirited – discouraged; lacking enthusiasm or hope. Umbrage – offense or annoyance. Belittling – making someone feel small or insignificant. Blatant – done openly and unashamedly. Indifference – lack of interest, concern, or sympathy. Ecstatic – feeling overwhelming happiness or excitement. Inevitable – certain to happen; unavoidable. Part II: Essay / Discussion Questions (Answer 4) Control and Dehumanization: How does the repeated use of the word “property” shape the reader’s understanding of power, ownership, and identity in this society? What does it reveal about the world of Cryptopia? Inner vs. Outer Conflict: Analyze how Annmarie’s internal struggles (fear, guilt, resentment, longing) contrast with the external structures controlling her life. Which do you think is more damaging, and why? Family and Worth: Discuss how Annmarie’s relationship with her parents and her sister Stella affects her sense of self-worth. How does favoritism function as a form of emotional oppression? Foreshadowing and Fear: In what ways does the Prologue foreshadow Annmarie’s future? How does the author build tension and dread before the reader even understands the full system at work? Part III: Comprehension Questions Directions: Answer in complete sentences, using evidence from the text. What major themes are introduced in the Prologue and Chapter One (such as control, identity, freedom, or gender oppression)? Provide at least one example from the text. How does the theme of loss of autonomy develop through Annmarie’s thoughts about her future and her status as a first-born daughter? Identify two metaphors used in the Prologue to describe Annmarie’s mental or emotional state. What do these metaphors suggest about her trauma? How does repetition (such as “in and out” or the repeated reference to “property”) enhance the meaning and emotional impact of the scene? Describe the tone of the Prologue. Which specific word choices contribute to this tone? How does the mood shift between the Prologue and Chapter One? What changes, and what feelings remain consistent? What do Annmarie’s thoughts about Stella reveal about her personality and moral complexity? How is Thatcher characterized through his dialogue and actions? What role does he play in Annmarie’s life? Why is Annmarie’s upcoming seventeenth birthday so significant? What does it symbolize within the story? Based on the opening chapters, what expectations does the author set for the rest of the novel? Consider conflict, stakes, and character growth. Optional Extension Activity Write a short paragraph explaining how the Prologue changes your interpretation of Chapter One. How does starting with trauma influence your understanding of Annmarie as a narrator? Study Guide Packet Text: Chapter Two: Chemical Gas (from your novel) Part I: SAT Vocabulary Directions: Review each word, its definition, and consider how it functions in context within the chapter. Desolate – deserted, empty, and bleak. Exuberance – lively energy, joy, or enthusiasm. Vacant – empty; not filled. Pestilence – a fatal epidemic disease. Sanction – official permission or approval; sometimes a penalty. Conniving – scheming or plotting, often in a deceitful way. Parasitic – living at the expense of another; exploitative. Perpetual – never-ending or continuous. Carnage – widespread and indiscriminate destruction or slaughter. Provisions – supplies or materials needed, especially for survival. Inefficiencies – the state of being ineffective or not working optimally. Obtrusive – noticeable in an unwelcome or intrusive way. Malicious – having the intention to harm or cause suffering. Subconscious – occurring in the mind without conscious awareness. Undisclosed – not revealed or made known. Part II: Essay / Discussion Questions (Answer 4) Human Nature Under Crisis: How does the author explore the effects of fear and survival instinct on human behavior? Provide examples from the chemical gas outbreak. Power and Inequality: Compare and contrast the experiences of doomsday preppers and the wealthy who purchased underground survival. How does this illustrate social inequalities during crises? Technology and Disaster: Discuss how the failure or misuse of technology (ventilation systems, cures, and vaccines) contributes to the catastrophe. How does the author use this to comment on human reliance on technology? Environmental and Societal Collapse: How does the imagery of Stone Brooks' destruction help establish the novel’s dystopian tone? How do descriptions of the city’s ruins contribute to the reader’s understanding of the story’s themes? Part III: Comprehension Questions Directions: Answer in complete sentences, using evidence from the text. What themes of survival, human error, and greed are present in Chapter Two? Provide at least one textual example. How does the author illustrate the consequences of fear and panic on society? How do these consequences manifest in the survivors’ actions? Identify two examples of imagery used to describe the destruction of Stone Brooks and the chemical outbreak. How do they enhance the narrative? How does the author use repetition or parallel structure (e.g., “Before the last battle call…”) to emphasize the scale of destruction and chaos? What is the tone of Chapter Two, and which phrases or words contribute most to it? How does the mood shift when the text transitions from general destruction to the detailed descriptions of doomsday preppers and the wealthy? What does this shift suggest? Based on the chapter, how would you describe the survivors, both doomsday preppers and the wealthy? What qualities distinguish these groups? What does the depiction of the chemical gas and human responses reveal about human vulnerability and adaptability? Why is the chemical gas and its aftermath central to understanding the setting and stakes of the novel? How does Chapter Two build upon the previous chapters to establish the larger context for Annmarie’s story and the dystopian world she inhabits? Optional Extension Activity Write a short paragraph comparing the societal collapse in Chapter Two to a historical or fictional catastrophe you are familiar with. How do human behaviors in the face of disaster mirror or differ from those in the novel?