Poppy Harrows writes dark epic romantasy about sarcastic women with sharp weapons, sharper tongues, and inconveniently soft hearts. There is also a lot of swearing.
She has accumulated an odd collection of accomplishments, including becoming a classically trained chef and working professionally as an artist. Endlessly fascinated by people, she is now studying psychology, partly because human beings are wonderfully strange and apparently strangers have collectively decided she is someone they should tell things to.
She writes because her brain tells itself stories to stay entertained. If it gets bored, it starts putting on accents instead. No, she is not joking.
Her stories tend to involve monsters, dangerous gods, questionable decisions, found family, and people who would really rather you didn't notice how much they care.
