Xyvah M. Okoye

Author, a poet, and a part-time human.

Her fuel is coffee, and her cogs are best greased with Peanut M&M’s.
When she isn’t tinkering with the mechanics of another story, she might be refuelling her magic in a pool, on the beach, or close to some other body of water. And at times like that, with her pointy ears twitching and her button nose buried in a book, if you look close enough, you just might see the shimmering veil around her… The veil between this world, and hers… Between what is, and what possibly could be.