About the Author
About Megin Broun
Megin Broun was born during a thunderstorm that knocked out power across three counties and allegedly whispered her name through the static of every radio tuned to AM. She writes fiction from a velvet-lined crypt beneath an abandoned planetarium, accompanied by a taxidermied raven named Thistle and a sentient fog that critiques her drafts.
Her diet consists exclusively of black licorice, espresso, and the occasional moonbeam. She once received a compliment so sincere it turned her mirror to ash. When not writing, she collects haunted typewriters and teaches night classes in Existential Dread at a university that may or may not exist. Her favorite punctuation mark is the ellipsis... because it never truly ends.