Sarah Natalia Lee was born in a dusty old town in Idaho. She began writing at the age of seven, creating original children’s stories even though she could barely spell. She continued writing until she finished Saving Amy, her first full-length novel. She plans to write inspiring, meaningful novels until the end of her life.

Sarah’s writing is inspired by many things: music, art, writing, movies, even the scenery around her home. Anything that speaks to her has the potential to influence a story. The rest she acquires from her own experiences and her feeling that a certain issue needs to be addressed in a book. Saving Amy was inspired by a performance of Dracula, and much of its tone was inspired by Fallen, debut album of the rock band Evanescence.

She has one pet: a black-and-white English setter she describes as “spunky, affectionate, intelligent and stupid at the same time…likes to sleep all day and explode energy after dinner.” An avid artist, Sarah plans to teach at a middle- or high-school level after earning her bachelor’s in art education. She also hopes to pursue a personal career as an artist, working in the mediums of drawing, painting, glass, beads, and jewelry.

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Saving Amy

“I’m sorry you fight with Annie.”

“Yeah. Me too.”

“Is her real name Anne?”

“Anne Marie. She’s eighteen, but she still does everything everyone tells her to do and never questions authority. It’s a little strange.”

“Huh,” Amy begins. “I know people like that. Well, I knew people like that. Now the only people I know are you and…them. If you can even count them as people. Nathan and I fought a lot too, but we loved each other anyway. I missed him terribly after I died. He was only nine when it happened.”

I bite my lips, rub my arms against the cool air. Glance at Amy, who is swinging her legs, oblivious to the frigid air.

“Aren’t you cold?”

She shakes her head. “Can’t feel anything colder than my body temperature. I mean, I can feel it on my skin, but that’s it.”

“Well…do you wear that in the summer too?”

“It’s the only outfit I have,” she says. “I know it’s, uh, gothic. She makes us wear them, almost like a uniform or something. It really sucked at first, but I got used to it.”

“Do you get hot either? Like, in the summer and stuff?”

“Well yeah, heat still penetrates me. Obviously, because heat is part of what we seek when we drink blood. But I take off my corset and sometimes my boots and leggings…when it’s safe, anyway.”