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Sprung fully formed from beneath a mossy rock, MNat now roams the foggy regions of northern California with two very annoying cats. Since graduating in 2010 from the Academy of Art with a BFA in Illustration, she subsists largely on a diet of tea and books. She currently whiles away her time with freelance illustration and reading.|
She does not always refer to herself in the third person.
It took a moment for her eyes to pick out the odd shape crouched on the floor. To her embarrassment, she saw that it was clothed only in the inky black stuff. Its long arms, its over-large, clawed hands, were all slick with darkness. A single large glob rolled off its chin and splattered at its feet. Strings of something distinctly meaty hung between its knife-sharp teeth.
Not ink, Caro realized. Not ink.
The thing raised its head and fixed her with one shining eye.
“I beg your pardon, Miss Caroline,” it said with her friend Cadmus’ voice. “But would you be so kind as to shut the door?”
I wrote a thing, I drew a thing! I continue to work on my thesis, based on my YA vampire story Carpe Noctem. (working title)
A: “There is justice in the world.”
I: “Justice is an idea. It makes sense in a world of ideas, but not in our world."