Debra Kristi writes deep-point-of-view YA (young adult) fiction that will drop you in the middle of the drama and have you experience the adventure as if you are part of the story.
Born and raised a Southern California girl, Debra Kristi still resides in the sunny state with her husband, two kids, and several schizophrenic rescue cats. Her love for the fantastical began at a very young age when her imagination magically transformed the backyard swing set into the U.S.S. Enterprise.
Since then she’s had a lifelong love of science fiction, fantasy, and creative storytelling. Unlike the characters she often writes, Debra is not immortal and her only superpower is letting the dishes and laundry pile up. When not writing, she is usually creating memories with her family, geeking out to sci-fi and fantasy television, and tossing out movie quotes.
- Debra’s first car was a 1962 Buick Skylark. The car had been in the family since ’62 and had sat, unused in a garage for many years before becoming hers. Not only would the car not run, but the hood wouldn’t open. Together with her father and uncle, Debra dismantled the engine, cleaned the individual parts, put it back together, and got that car running.
- Today, that Buick Skylark sits comfortably in Debra’s garage. At one point, Debra actually owned three Skylarks (Slightly obsessive, maybe? *snicker*).
- When she was four-years-old, Debra decided to explore her neighbor’s backyard. She ended up getting bitten by a monkey. A monkey! In the neighbor’s yard!
- Debra believes in ghosts (the energy of those who have moved on). She saw her first ghost when she was five-years-old; an old man who had died in the house her parents had just bought.
- On a dare, Debra once (properly) burned her finger on a car’s backseat cigarette lighter.