Greer Loxley

She writes borders because she grew up on one and has never found anywhere else as interesting: the paperwork, the queue, the person whose whole job is deciding what may cross. Her fae are administered — permits, seasonal labour, tariffs on things that should not be taxable — because she thinks a beautiful and terrible thing only lands if it has to stand in a queue like everybody else. She is tall, was the tallest girl in every class she was ever in, and got tired of stories where that was a joke.