Science fiction author based in Tampere, Finland.
Currently working on my Young Adult trilogy and studying game design.
The fog lies heavy upon the New Pacific Union. Inside the city’s massive walls the militant Humanitarians pursue the glass children - lab-grown, cybernetic adolescents with superhuman powers.
One night sixteen year old Taalia is visited by the Humanitarians and her life is turned upside down. Forced to embrace her new identity as an artificial human and flee her home, she gets pulled into a prophecy that will change humanity forever.
Glasvaggan (The Glass Cradle) is a dystopian science fiction novel where the artificial and the humane blend together. It is about losing your faith in a world you used to know. Can you trust other people? Can you even trust yourself? And how do you find your place in a world that has let you down?
The Signal eats through my thoughts like a worm through an apple. I don’t want to be a machine, I want to be wild and unpredictable and entirely my own.
The relentless plague known as The Sleep haunts The Division. On one side of the great barrier are the women, who are biologically superior, and on the other the men. The binary rule is supported by a Purity-test. The men’s society is underdeveloped, unjust and violent, and there young Nolan is working in a brothel. He has been diagnosed as attractive and unstable, but he glows with a lust for revolt.
When a client is found dead in his room, Nolan uncovers a secret which throws him into the world of politics. He joins the activist party SOUP, led by the wonderful and driven Lum. Nolan has a feeling that boys like him, too, have the right to fall in love. But is it possible to be loved, and, more importantly: is it possible to love yourself? And what truly lies on the other side of the barrier?
Sömnlandet (The Land of Sleep) is a dystopian science fiction novel where the problems surrounding mental illness and the exploitation of bodies are driven to a head.
The worst thing about The Sleep is that it’s not very discernible. It is neither painful nor ugly. One could even call it beautiful: small, red spots crawling up the neck like roses, and an increasing, warm weariness. They sleep more and more until one day, they don’t wake up.