Roslyn St ClairRoslyn writes from the comfort of her sunroom, dog at hand to interrupt as much as caninely possible. Her life is pretty normal: husband, son, dog that thinks he's a cat, and endless bills, which is probably why her imagination goes right to archanges, monsters, demons, and fated true love, not to mention the darker stuff. No one wants to read about her sink full of dirty dishes. Magick, transformation, and understanding the maligned, however, are her turn-ons, and she hopes they'll be yours, too. One day, she hopes to understand the true nature of this world. Until then, she enjoys creating it.Roslyn writes from the comfort of her sunroom, dog at hand to interrupt as much as caninely possible. Her life is pretty normal: husband, son, dog that thinks he's a cat, and endless bills, which is probably why her imagination goes right to archangels, monsters, demons, and fated true love, not to mention the darker stuff. No one wants to read about her sink full of dirty dishes. Magick, transformation, and understanding the maligned, however, are her turn-ons, and she hopes they'll be yours, too. One day, she hopes to understand the true nature of this world. Until then, she enjoys creating it.Roslyn writes from the comfort of her sunroom, dog at hand to interrupt as much as caninely possible. Her life is pretty normal: husband, son, dog that thinks he's a cat, and endless bills, which is probably why her imagination goes right to archangels, monsters, demons, and fated true love, not to mention the darker stuff. No one wants to read about her sink full of dirty dishes. Magick, transformation, and understanding the maligned, however, are her turn-ons, and she hopes they'll be yours, too. One day, she hopes to understand the true nature of this world. Until then, she enjoys creating it. Read More Read Less