B.R. Love

B. R. Love grew up in Victoria, Australia with too many pets and too much free time. She vanished into a gelatinous black void ten years ago on a drunken dare and hasn’t been seen since. Her writing often makes its way through the void covered in ectoplasm and viscera. Most of the time it’s illegible and barely makes sense, other times it’s just an itemized list of her favourite breeds of dog, (in case you were curious, they’re all number one). Occasionally, a story will emerge from the void that’s not too shabby and finds its way onto blogs and literary journals. When the manuscript for this novel slipped through the void, a note was attached. It read, ‘To whomever it may concern. I got drunk with a five-headed goat demon and he bet that I couldn’t write and publish a book. Please get this published or else he gets my first born. I mean, I plan on adopting anyway, but I like to keep my options open. Much obliged. B. R. Love.’

This is B.R. Love’s first published novel and surely not to be her last if she keeps drinking with that five-headed goat demon. Her mother and dogs hope she returns from the void soon.