A will-o-the-wisp in actuality is a kind of marsh gas. In various cultures, the little lights are believed to be variously the souls of the dead, fairies or spirits trying to lure the unwary to drown in bogs, a sign of treasure below or, in South American folklore, the fiery eyes of a giant anaconda.
The name's Sara Bellum, and I'm the editor-at-large here at BuzzyMag - the hostess with the mostess, if you will. I like to think that my first calling is fighting crime and delivering a heaping dose of sweet, sweet justice to all manner of thugs, miscreants, hoodlums, ruffians, and ne'er-do-wells, but unfortunately, violent vigilantism doesn't exactly pay big bucks these days.
Times are tough, my friends, and I've got bills to pay, so I decided to put my encyclopedic knowledge of all things sci-fi & fantasy-related to use to help me land a day job. To tell you the truth, it's kind of a nice change of pace. My manicures have been lasting a bit longer lately.