Jessica J. Lee
Excerpt
“You can hear it, St. John, can’t you?” The fire reflected in Morgan’s eyes, like a cat's, as he looked over my shoulder with such sudden intensity that I had to fight the urge to jump and glance behind me. But his hands stayed still in his lap, which is why mine didn’t reach for my guns. “Hear it calling always, long and low, and some nights you think it’s a coyote. Some nights, it could be the wind. But it keeps on calling, and eventually you have to admit to yourself that you can hear your name.”
Bio
Having been born and bred in the Mighty Midwest, I subsequently (though not, alas, simultaneously) lived on two islands before coming to a compromise and settling in Seoul on the Korean Peninsula. Most of my money goes to books, body modifications, cute stationery, cuter socks, and Tekken 6. I have a love/fear relationship with bears, werewolves, and World Cup season.
Publications
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From Blood and Ash and Embers," forthcoming in Goblin Fruit
“The Flute-Maker’s Daughter,” Crossed Genres #14
“Superhero Girl,” PodCastle
Writing Description
I try to write things that keep me paranoid.
Goals
I'm notoriously awful at seeing any project to completion, so this summer I'll work on finishing three. And, because I'm a closet masochist, on making some decent headway on two more. Afterward, if I'm feeling especially magnificent, I'll do something completely different.
Website
postapocalypso.livejournal.com/
