About
Edward Wiggins is a first-time novelist who didn’t set out to write a book — he set out to unravel a question: What happens when identity fractures under pressure? That question became the seed of his debut work and the foundation for the dark, emotionally charged stories he now tells.
With no formal background in writing, Edward stepped into the world of fiction with nothing but a fascination for psychology, memory, and human resilience. His work blends grounded psychological realism with slow-burn tension, drawing readers into characters who are as flawed and haunted as they are believable. His debut novel, Shards, was born after surviving the darkest chapter of his life — in the aftermath of personal and professional collapse during the COVID-19 pandemic.
Writing became his path forward. Now, Edward channels his experience into layered characters and slow-burning suspense that respects psychological realism.
Shards, marks the beginning of a larger thematic exploration — one that continues through his ambitious Infinite Mirror series. Whether working on a self-contained thriller or a layered, long-form narrative, Edward writes with one goal in mind: to make you question what’s real, and who we are when the mirror cracks.
He lives in South Africa and spends his days somewhere between overthinking and outlining — usually with far too much coffee and not nearly enough sleep.

Authorial Manifesto
“I Am My Own Style” — A Declaration of Narrative Integrity
I do not write to escape the world
I write to confront it—to stare into its quiet cruelties, fractured truths, and subtle redemptions.
I reject easy catharsis
Trauma is not a plot device. Healing is not a straight line. And real change doesn’t always look like victory.
I do not glorify brokenness
But I honour it.
Because people do not shatter loudly. They crack in silence. In boardrooms, in bedrooms, in backseats.
And they carry on. Quiet. Functional. Bleeding just beneath the surface.
I do not write archetypes
Men are not always stoic.
Women are not always ‘strong’ because they act like men.
Strength takes many shapes—and I will show them all.
I do not need a twist to be clever
I do not need the supernatural to be terrifying.
Reality, when seen without filters, is unsettling enough.
My characters don’t fit boxes
They fracture.
They misremember.
They survive by inventing truths that feel safer than facts.
They protect themselves through silence, sarcasm, detachment, and fire.
I refuse to betray realism for convenience
No plot twist will be earned by cheating the psyche.
No ending will be clean simply because the page is full.
This is psychological fiction without the fantasy
Without magic.
Without masks.
Only the raw, clinical, messy truth of being human—seen through a broken mirror, one crack at a time.
I am not chasing trends
I’m building continuity. A body of work that doesn’t just say something—it means something.
