about the author:

Christina M. Beasley attends Thomas Jefferson High School for Science and Technology, and in her spare time enjoys pillaging cities and sacrificing kittens. Her soul is black like the cruel black sky, and her heart is ripped in half like San Francisco sour dough bread. Sour dough bread burned by the radiation of her burning hatred for society.

Also, she knits. Swords. For her swashbuckling. And it must be noted that she is an oh-so-talented, charmingly bohemian, tragically impoverished protégé working under Henri d' Toulouse Lautrec. But that’s not all! She is teaching herself Italian and takes dance lessons at Cuppett’s Performing Arts Center in Vienna, Virginia (she sings like an angel, but dances like the devil!). And then, she smuggles illegal contraband. But! Only on Tuesdays. Then, it is back to Washington for another long day at the Central Intelligence Agency. Or is it? Or, in the case of August 6th 2005, at 7:30 PM, she is seeing the Backstreet Boys live, in concert, at Nissan Pavilion.