Allison Mulvihill writes SFF, is paid to inflict com sci humor on young minds, and is married to a man who cannot tell daylilies from grass. He believes the garden fencing she put up is to keep out rabbits. She considers this proof she was made to peddle fiction.
As far back as I could remember, Oma warned me about the bats. She said they would eat me if they found me exposed at night. But I knew the green light of the moon would protect me, even when I was still smaller than Oma.
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