Rebecca Kovar laments the loss of gloves and hats as social convention and the wearing of corsetry as a daily habit. She has been known to wield a wicked sword and a vicious red pen and is a champion of the proper use of commas. Many years ago, she ran away and joined the next best thing to a circus, which taught her how to survive in almost any environment and made clear the importance of asking the right questions. She likes her monsters monstrous rather than angst-ridden and doesn’t mind if they aren’t all that pretty. Given a choice between blood and treacle, she’ll pick blood every time. She writes short dark stories, longer twisty romances, and the occasional urban fantasy. She currently spends her days righting wrongs and her nights writing them.