Pamela Lloyd

I was born to a witchy alien fortuneteller and a mad scientist. A sock salesman once tried to buy me in exchange for two suitcases of socks and my parents were later offered an entire house, but they, not knowing when to cut their losses, held out for more, only to get stuck with me. It’s no wonder I turned to writing and art. It was either that, or take over the universe, and the keys to the spaceship had fallen down a rabbit hole.