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Sadly, we have lost one of our Street Pack members. They will be missed.

"Consider yourself warned."

Nancy Jackson: Horror Diva

From her home in Ontario Nancy edits, writes, reviews, and reads all manner of fiction.The anthologies she has edited include Trip the Light Horrific, Dream the Dark Majestic, Travel a Time Historic, Mind Scraps, Bleed My Heart Romantic, Goremet Cuisine, and Vintage Moon. Watch out for her Dreams of Flesh and Morbid Acts of Kindness in the future.

Our horror diva has infiltrated fortified compounds such as Dream Forge, Midwest Book Review, and Gothic Review, planting raw dog scraps. From a safe distance she uses her mesmerising voice to activate these scraps, growing new crops of screaming canines. She is currently undergoing training and shock therapy at the Asylum.

"Wootah!!!"

Benjamin X. Wretlind: Web Spinner

Benjamin X. Wretlind ran with scissors when he was five. Since then, he's been a fry cook, range boy, greens maintenance technician, reservations agent, room service attendant, banquet server, meteorologist, instructor and currently attempts to squeeze psychotic thought processes into Internet applications for agencies that prefer not to be named. Oh, and he's written a myriad of shorts, had ten or so published, generated one novel, is working on another and would like a seven-figure advance just because he ran with scissors when he was five.

When not writing our web spinner is busy snaring web surfers. To witness the carnage visit Two Backed Books, or his own site.

"Call me Mr. Wretlind."

Atlanta: Glory Hound

Our Glory Hound serves as a rallying point around which the heart of the new literary movement draws its inspiration. Also, she serves to make tile floors slick with "jowl juice" so that our enemies slip and fall to their doom.

Trivia: originally she hails from New Jersey, but now resides in Maryland. We would say that she founded Ankle-Biters Anonymous, but that would ruin the anonymity. During covert operations she is known as the Layabout Lipper.

"Snort, snort…slobber."