Remember a time when you were a seal? Something slippery and mythical always signifies a dangerous woman. Or perhaps we are simply lost, looking for Iceland or Atlantis or those places on maps that are plagued with sea monsters. Tell me a story about when I was born. Tell me I am secret royalty, the lost princess with a power for telepathy and a scepter that holds multiple futures in its glass finial, the prophesies of rubies and magic and a storm of frogs and stones. Where is the happily-ever-after hidden? Will we find it buried under long dead oaks or boulders embedded with swords and snakes? I am the heroine of this story but I am also the villainess.
Susan Slaviero lives on the cusp of a hellmouth, where she vanquishes evil with poetry and cupcakes. She hopes to someday land a job as either a dog whisperer or a telephone psychic. In the meantime, she writes. She has a fondness for esoterica.