Zofia writes because it's better than talking to herself. Hailing from Baltimore, a city of lax attitudes toward pedestrian crossing and a great many hideaway bookstores, arty places, and sneakily ensconced gems, this errant Baltimoron writes mainly horror and speculative fiction spliced with a fair amount of humor. She lives with her awesome metal fan soulmate, has seen things (and wouldn't recommend them) and thinks Edgar Allan Poe was kind of douchenozzle.

On an unrelated but very pertinent note, go check out the Baltimore Rock Opera Society because it exists and you should.