There has never been a time when I haven't thought about storytelling. I wake up, shower, and go to sleep with it. Before I even knew to spell my name, I sought the employees at my father's restaurant to help me capture---on the backs of pink order tickets no less---the endless fictional scenarios running rampant in my head. When I couldn't find willing assistants, I used tape recorders to flush the stories out, resulting in stacks of hour-long cassettes filled with the incoherent ramblings of an overeager, ADHD-riddled preschooler. When I turned nine, I convinced my father to fly me to New York City to solicit my superhero concepts to the receptionist at DC Comics. At fourteen, I queried an anthology of short fiction to publishers, and by high school, I'd completed my first ninety-thousand-word novel. While finishing my BA in English at the University of South Florida and pursuing an MA in Ancient History, I won several writing contests, including runner-up for the Mary Shelley Wollstonecraft Award. My readers are a passionate bunch, sending me fan mail, fan art, fan fiction, and custom-made action figures inspired by the books of the Aenya series.