The Bestiary is born on a napkin in a high school cafeteria.

 

Young Hazeline sits alone kneecaps crushed tightly together scratching names of the top ten misunderstood antagonists, unable to touch food on her tray she is in such a frenzy. By college it is a full-fledged obsession, her dorm littered with colored notecards spilling out of cabinets: a private compendium of fiends from pop culture, cinema, fairy tales and folklore. By grad school, she is on her way to a doctorate of deviant psychology, dedicated to redeeming the irredeemable.