H.C. Southwark lives somewhere close enough to touch mountains. The mountains are necessary because, according to Dante, they are closer to God. H.C. currently cannot get into space so she is stuck in Purgatorio rather than Paradiso. (H.C. would like to note it’s a shame people don’t read past Inferno.)



When not writing, she spends her time doing horrible tortures like intentionally reading Shakespeare in muppet voices. She picked up this habit during studying for her Ph.D., along with many other even more terrible ones. She is currently in recovery.



But mostly she writes stories about broken people who learn that magic can’t put them back together again — only love can.