About T. W. Jacobs

 


T. W. Jacobs was born in New Bern, North Carolina. She began writing stories while still in grade school. Addicted to horror, science fiction, and fantasy while still a pre-teen, she was influenced by Stephen King, Anne McCaffrey, and Ray Bradbury.

Her professional writing career has included government law enforcement training film scripts, marketing for a casino, and cheesy television ads for car dealerships. She has published horror and science fiction under other names, both traditionally and independently. 

She now resides in Brunswick, Georgia, writing fantasy novels, of which Children of the Eighth Realm is her first. She is married to her amazing husband Peter, a musician.

You can find her lurking on Twitter @TWJacobs1.

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