A.S. Fox lives in Austin,
TX. When not struggling with writer’s
block he cultivates an air of mystery by dressing monochromatically, laughing
at inappropriate times and hypnotizing neighborhood cats. If his goal of
world domination via a Texas-based penguin army fails, he plans to fall back on
his prodigious skills in snark, sarcasm and sniveling . . . or be a science
fiction and fantasy writer of small renown and dubious repute—whichever comes
first. He has published two short stories, a few poems, lots of newspaper
articles, some random internet stuff that still embarrasses him and is working
on writing a novel (that doesn’t suck as much as the one he never lets anyone
read.)