I'm Immy. I suck at being a witch, but make up for it with mad style. What, you don't believe me? Ask my demon roommates. Yeah, the plushie-loving softie and the one set on world domination.
I check in rental cars for supernatural customers leaving town, so I score whatever they ditch before they get on a plane home—and lemme tell you, they leave some weird stuff behind. Weird enough that sometimes it's a toss-up if it'll help pay the bills, or cause the next best thing to an apocalypse.
I really don't wanna start an apocalypse, but c'mon, I gotta eat. What's a girl to do?
Nia grew up devouring fantasy about powerful girls with magic and swords, humor and kindness. She spends her time reading, writing, and chasing after every fuzzy animal that will allow her to pet it—and will hurl any book where the dog dies across the room with righteous fury. And then possibly burn it. And toast marshmallows over it. And make s’mores.
When she’s not enjoying s’mores, you can find her worshipping the sun, geeking out over a game, or frantically scribbling down a conversation between two characters in her head. (Yes, she is crazy, but she doesn’t mind.)