Kristal is a native Floridian who prefers moonbeams to sunlight, magick over science, and traipsing through enchanted forests in lieu of highways because unicorns and leprechauns are more compelling than concrete and tail lights. A night owl by nature, an early riser by protest, she was forced to surrender her vampire card when the Consortium of Necrophiles exposed her garlic obsession.
Between tutoring fledgling dragons on the dangers of buzzing airport towers and moonlighting as a werewolf whisperer, her time is spent arguing with the goblin who stalks the pantry, doling mad love to Monster Puppy and Brave Little Basset, and snuggling with the Hubster while binge watching Stranger Things, Arrow, and The Travelers .
Pizza, rocky road ice cream, and Lindsey Stirling are the muses that fuel her soul. As well as M&M’s, Doritoes, and sweet tea; scones with strawberries and clotted cream; Scottish Highlanders, space captains, knights with dented armor, cowboys and things that go bump in the night.
People claim that Kristal is weirder than she looks—an assertion she wholeheartedly endorses. Champion of the underdog, friend of the forgotten, seer of the invisible, she believes imagination is the elixir of life. Slurp often, she does.