E. B. Stark—no relation to Ironman or any Thronesmen, unfortunately—is a living, breathing oxymoron. Despite living real life in the light as a youth mentor, children’s director and missions advocate, her fiction consistently and persistently wanders off into the dark like a wilful child.
Her characters tend to be morally corrupt or psychologically degenerate (often both), though she considers herself to be the opposite. Of course, they always say the insane are the only ones who are completely convinced of their own sanity. So is she an oxymoron or just a moron? She leaves it to her readers to decide.