Sarah Joy Green-Hart grew up in the northwoods of Wisconsin, reading, writing, petting cows, and dancing with flocks of cats.

After cultivating an adequate taste for the artistic, the eclectic, and the odd, Sarah’s family–with proper advanced warning–released the Sarah-kraken on a gentleman with an affectionate interest in said kraken. Sarah now home schools four wee wolf cubs by day, and howls at the bookish moon in her laptop by night with  Earl Grey at her side.