They tried to bury her in silence. But even silence has roots.
Dinah, the only daughter of Jacob, knows what it means to be named by others, spoken of but never heard. Her story, told in fragments and shadows, has been passed down as a cautionary tale—but not by her.
In Wild Root, Dinah speaks for the first time—in her own words, with her own breath. From the tents of her mother Leah to the bloodstained aftermath of betrayal, she carries the weight of her family’s legacy and the ache of a love never fully understood. But exile doesn’t break her. It blooms her.
This is not a story of shame. This is the story of survival. Of sensuality without apology. Of faith stitched in the dirt and held in trembling hands. Of a woman no longer willing to be defined by what was taken.
Wild Root is a reclamation—a tale of sacred rage, deep-rooted healing, and the fierce, quiet rebirth that grows in soil no one thought could hold life.
For the women who’ve been silenced, scattered, or forgotten—this story is yours too.