I grew up in Vancouver, Canada – a beautiful city nobody in her right mind would ever leave, but leave I did, and you may draw the obvious conclusions about my mind. Since then, I have lived on a wee volcanic island in Japan (which erupted during my time there and sent me hurtling straight into the arms of my now-husband), Tokyo, Kyoto, Beijing, an oil rig in the middle of China’s Bohai Bay, New Jersey, and now Connecticut, where I write books and defend the Eastern seaboard from invading dragon hordes alongside my intrepid warrior-children.

If you want to know a lot more about me, you can read some of these old blog posts, which are about as revealing as I get:

Why I write YA

An Open Letter to Alec Baldwin

Going North

Plot Twist!

On Becoming Someone Else

If you want to know a little more about me, here is a bio I wrote a few years ago. Not much has changed (the past has this unsettling way of staying the same) except I’ve written more books now and my little guys keep getting bigger.