There's a body beneath the skip bins. Fae on the forklift. A vampire in the manager's office. And there's definitely something skeevy going on in the locker rooms.G'day. I'm Pet. Well, not exactly Pet. I am a pet.I was meant to stay out of it, but somebody's gotta do something when humans are being killed by Behindkind creatures. Luckily for me, my owners are just as dangerous and inhuman as the bad guys...…maybe more. W.R. Gingell is a Tasmanian author of urban fantasy, fairy-tale retellings, and madcap science fiction who doesn't seem to be able to write a book without a body suddenly turning up. She solemnly swears that all such bodies are strictly fictional in nature.
W.R. spends her time reading, drinking a truly ridiculous amount of tea, and slouching in front of the fire to write. Like Peter Pan, she never really grew up, and is still occasionally to be found climbing trees.
