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Edith Hope Bishop grew up in South Florida, holds degrees from Harvard and Columbia, and taught for several years in a public high school in Seattle. She's an active member of the Pacific NW Writers Association (PNWA), the Society of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators, and the International Association for the Fantastic in the Arts. She was a finalist in the PNWA Literary Contest in 2013 and 2016, was nominated for a 2016 Rhysling Award (for poetry), and has been previously published in Mythic Delirium Magazine, Lucia Journal, Yellow Chair Review, and four benefit anthologies for Sirens Conference. She writes songs for jilted mermaids, lovesick bandits, and starcrossed ghosts as Foulweather Bluff. She spends the majority of her time on adult and middle grade speculative fiction. She can usually be found near a body of salt water. 

Edith is represented by Lisa Abellera of Kimberley Cameron & Associates. 

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