Chandra Storm was born on a Friday, but she won’t tell which one because she’s older than she cares to admit. She lives in a rented one-room-apartment somewhere in Germany together with her cat.
When she isn’t writing she develops software, grows vegetables in her rooftop garden, or plays the celtic harp.
Chandra Storm is not her real name, but her stories are her real fantasies. To her deepest regret she does not have a dungeon in her basement, because, you know … neighbors.
