Alyce Black was birthed from the dark subconscious of an otherwise more or less normal romance author. She thrives on space monsters, world-shattering ancient secrets, and creepy abandoned buildings. (But no roller coasters. Those things are SCARY.) She remains hopeful that one day all that tapping on walls will pay off and she’ll find the crumbling stairway into the Stygian depths she’s been hunting for all these years. Nyarlathotep, look out.
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