jo robbins lives in a small terrible town that may or may not be run by the faery mafia, in the company of two cats, five hundred books, and a burgeoning ya fantasy trilogy. she plays guitar, ukulele, a toy piano stolen from her baby sister, whatever's on the desk at the moment, and very poor chess. as a small child she blithely sang murder ballads in the bath, which explains much. ... more
For help with downloads, click here.
For all other inquiries, click here.