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Nancy A. Collins
 About Nancy A. Collins
Nancy A. Collins was born in 1959 and raised in rural Arkansas, where she lived until 1982, when she moved to New Orleans. In 1988 she sold her first novel, Sunglasses after dark. Her novels include Tempter (1990), In the Blood (1992), and Wild Blood (1993). She wrote for DC Comics' Swamp thing series from 1991 to 1993. She has won the Horror Writers of America's Bram Stoker Award for first Novel, and the British Fantasy society's Icarus Award. Her historical weird fantasy, Walking Wolf, and the first installment of the comics adaptation of Sunglasses after Dark are scheduled for early 1995. She is also serving as coeditor on two anthologies: Forbidden Acts and Blood Lust. Collins is a former member of the Horror Writers of America, the Science Fiction Writers of America, and the Girl Scouts of America. She remains a Subgenus hierarch of Hidden Rank and currently lives in New York City with her husband, underground filmmaker and anti-artiste Joe Christ. She is presumed to be armed and highly dangerous.
Sunglasses After Dark
Tempter
In the blood
Wild Blood
Nameless Sins
Paint It black
Midnight Blue
Walking Wolf
Fantastic Four: To free Atlantis
A Dozen Black Roses
Angels on Fire
Dhampire (Stillborn)
Darkest Heart
Dead Roses For A Blue Lady
Avenue X
Knuckles and Tales
The Vampire Sexette
Final Destination: Looks Could Kill
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