Patricia Furstenberg is a writer of historical fiction inspired by the forgotten corners of the past, where truth and legend entwine. With a medical degree and a heart rooted in Transylvania, her stories often explore resilience, hidden truths, and the quiet strength of women. She is best known for her war fiction Silent Heroes and historical fiction Joyful Trouble. Part of an upcoming book series, When Secrets Bloom is her latest release.
Thank you for hosting me once again at Lisette’s Writer’s Chateau, where there’s something interesting to discover in each room.
Lisette, I think you’ll agree with me when I say that every book we pen leaves a mark on us, the writers. My new release, the historical fiction When Secrets Bloom, carved itself into me slowly, like a root winding through stone.
On the surface, it began as a simple story: a woman accused of witchcraft, a healer in 15th-century Transylvania, and the long shadow of Vlad the Impaler. But the more I wrote, the more I realized this wasn’t just about one woman’s trial. It was about truth and memory, about what is remembered and what is silenced. And it became, without meaning to, a story I had to grow into.
Writing When Secrets Bloom was an uphill journey. Like climbing a mountain. Not the sharp, thrilling kind of incline that comes with a new idea, but the slow, grinding climb where each step forward means facing the weight of what you don’t yet know that lay ahead.
Black Church: Brasov, Transylvania
The Research—Endless and Essential
At its heart, this book is rooted in historical truth and I owed it to the characters to get that truth right. That meant months of reading: medical practices used by medieval women, the layout and legal customs of Kronstadt (today Brasov), the slow and miraculous spread of printing presses from Germany and across Wallachia and Transylvania, and the nature of exile under Ottoman suzerainty. And when I couldn’t find the answers in books, I walked the ground myself.
House in the old Saxon district of Brasov, Transylvania
I rode the train from Bucharest to Sighișoara, to Brasov and Sibiu, and allowed the rhythm of the tracks mirror the rhythm of the story. I stood where Vlad might have stood, in citadels that still echo with watchmen’s boots, in churches fortified against fears both real and imagined. I watched how the wind moves across the Carpathians where the same forests still grow, and how it shapes the silence in a way that words sometimes cannot.
Living With My Characters
Kate, the protagonist, took time to trust me. She’s not a loud character. She doesn’t make grand speeches. She heals. She listens. She observes. I had to do the same. I had to spend long days with her, weeks even, learning what she would do when no one else was watching; because that is where her strength lives.
And Vlad Dracula… Vlad I thought I knew. After all, I’ve studied him, read and written about him, walked through his lineage and legend. But in When Secrets Bloom he is seen only through Kate’s memories and through the wounds he left behind. He is not the fearsome ruler or the blood-soaked myth. He is the young exile man, the thoughtful commander, the boy who was shaped by captivity and who shaped Kate in return.
Bringing him to life without ever letting him fully step into the room was perhaps the hardest narrative balance I’ve ever attempted. But it taught me something new, not just about him, but about restraint in storytelling. About what is said and what is left unsaid.
The Weight of Folklore
Transylvania is a place of layered truths. There is rich history, yes, but also legend and plenty of superstition, as well as quiet wisdom passed down in whispers. In When Secrets Bloom folklore is not decoration, it is law. It informs how characters see illness, birth, love, danger. I spent a lifetime reading Romanian folktales, I brushed-up on old Saxon customs and the secret language of herbs. I fell in love with how seamlessly practical knowledge and belief were woven together. And I realized, to write this book, I would have to do the same.
Rope Street, Brasov, Transylvania
Maturing as an Author
I won’t lie, there were days I wanted to stop. Days I felt the story pulling in too many directions. Days I rewrote the same scene ten times because something still didn’t sit right in the marrow of it. But through those hours, I changed. I learned to trust the quiet arc. I learned to stop rushing a scene and instead listen, allow it breathe, to unfurl.
When Secrets Bloom didn’t come easily. It had to be earned. But through that struggle came depth: in the characters, in the themes and in my own understanding of what kind of stories I truly want to tell.
This is a novel about the strength of human spirit, about the silence between words, and about what it costs to remember. It is about a woman who dared to heal when the world told her to keep her head down. And it is about the ghosts we carry; not the ones that haunt us, but the ones that shaped us.
Sighisoara, Transylvania
A Story That Bloomed Slowly, Fiercely
I called it When Secrets Bloom because the title didn’t just belong to the plot. It belonged to the process. Every truth uncovered, every dialogue, every historical detail was a small, stubborn bloom emerging despite the weight of time, despite doubt, despite fear.
And perhaps, in the end, that is why this story had to be written. Because it reminds us: even under the coldest snow, even in exile, even when branded a witch, truth can take root. And from it, something beautiful, fierce, and unforgettable might grow.
If you’ve ever wondered what it means to be remembered — not as a legend, but as a human being — When Secrets Bloom is the story I hope readers will turn to. Let Kate guide you through the cobbled alleys of Kronstadt, past the hum of the printing press and into the hush of mountain forests where secrets are kept like prayers. And if you listen closely, you might hear a voice from the past, not monstrous but human, asking to be seen for who he truly was.
Tiny praying cross, covered, in the old Vlach district of Brasov, Transylvania
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