F.S. Cameron lives in East Tennessee with his wife, kids, cats, dogs, and that one frog who just kind of chills under his house. If it sounds like a circus, don’t worry, he can assure you it’s so much worse than that. He writes fantasy and horror novels that try to paint Appalachia for what it is wonderful, terribly, and wildly creepy.
When not writing, F.S. enjoys being a nerd about cars, playing nerdy card games, playing nerdy RPG games, and arguing about comics, books, and movies with his nerd friends. It’s a good life. He wouldn’t trade it for the world.
F.S. probably doesn’t stand for anything. Unless it does. Whatever you do, don’t ask him because he’s probably already forgotten and is likely to make something up.