Kevin Nunn has been performing or teaching improvisation since he stumbled into TheatreSports in the 80's. Specializing in masked and historical theatre, he has taught as a guest artist at universities, colleges, high schools, and public schools, varying his approach to suit his audience. As a writer he produced prolifically for the stage with various comedy troupes including Lichen to Gods, as well as publishing several board games and role-playing systems. Recent fiction publications include his story “Fatherly Love,” in The Harrow, and “The Sun Also Shines on the Wicked” in the new anthology from Edge Publishing, Vampires Evolve.
Helen Marshall is a slushie and editor at ChiZine Publications, and has run writers' groups and workshops in Sarnia, Guelph and Toronto. Her poetry has been published in ChiZine, NFG and the Ontarion Arts Supplement. "Mist and Shadows," published originally in Star*Line, appeared in the 2006 Rhysling Anthology: The Best Science Fiction, Fantasy and Horror poetry of 2005." Her poem "The Gypsy" and her short story "Crossroads and Gateways" both received honourable mentions in the 2009 Rannu Fund Contest, while four other poems were short-listed. She is working on a book of poetry entitled “Skeleton Leaves.”
If Helen Marshall were an animal she would probably be one of those adorable sea otters who entertains children at the zoo by holding hands. If she were a book she would probably be written in Middle English and be at least six hundred years old, making it incredibly valuable, a touch brittle, and possessed of the strangely lingering aroma of sheep. Yes, that really is her hair, and yes, that is in fact the tiniest cactus known to man. She often uses it to keep her research material from blowing away.
Having made a writing fortune amounting to somewhere near that of J. K. Rowling or a Columbia drug lord, Kevin Nunn now lives in seclusion off a steady supply of jellybeans and caviar. Answerable only to the whims of a Jack Russell bent on world domination, he finds that a life of leisure suits him. As such, he will no longer answer your questions. So put down your hand. Yes, you. No, not the fellow with the yellow jacket beside you. You. Move along now. Mr. Nunn doesn't have all day.
You can see the jacket cover for his secret autobiography here.