Author Spotlight: Beverly L. Anderson

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Beverly L. Anderson

Fantasy

Beverly L. Anderson started writing at the age of eleven, and when she did it was obvious she wasn’t going to stick to the every day. Her first story, written in a series of spiral notebooks, was about a kidnapping. There’s no surprise that these days, she favors the dark corners of the psyche over the happy and fluffy parts. To better understand the mind of her characters, Beverly specialized in psychology and counseling in school, and holds a master’s degree in the latter.

Beverly’s other hobbies include gaming of all types, transgender and autism advocacy, and writing fanfiction. Her interest in the BDSM community began as simple curiosity, but has led her to the road to finding a place for herself there as a Domme. She herself has gone on the journey of self-discovery in the last few years, finally pinning down her identity after nearly thirty years of searching. Coming out as bigender, pansexual, and polyamorus was one of the hardest things she’s ever done, but it gave her the confidence to become herself even more. An autistic person, and an eclectic pagan, Beverly finds herself at odds with a lot of what society calls “normal”.

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Beverly’s book:

Dark and the Sword - Beverly L. Anderson - Legacy of the Phoenix

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Summary: It was the fall of 1892 and we were two days out of Las Palmas in the Canaries. All the passengers we ferried out of the Congo were gone, off to the aerodrome or looking for other passage to Europe, and we were just Red again, and there was no reason I should have felt that way. We escaped from the Congo, we got away. Better than got away. We had our cargo and money. We won, even though they lost. They all lost everything, even their lives. I could feel the water moving past the hull, the surge of the waves, and the blessed creaking of the mast in her step, and I knew that I was home, and my Ma and Pa were there. And Knockers. She's meowed. I could see the whole crew and even Mme. Verbeeck’s ghost standing on the ladder. She looked worried.