|S. A. Bolich was born and
raised on a farm outside Spokane, Washington, where her favorite
toys were the horses in the corral. Clad in cut-offs and cowboy
boots, off she would trudge to the back pasture (naturally, the
nags were seldom close to the barn), bridle in hand, to catch
her horse, an American Saddlebred named Vixen. She learned to
swing aboard this 16-hand beast at an early age, being too lazy
to walk all the way back to the barn with a perfectly sound
horse in tow. She learned to ride bareback because she didn't have her
own saddle, and all the others in the tack room were too heavy for her to lift.
From trail riding in the wilderness of Washington State she
progressed to a mounted drill team, and then took up dressage
and three-day eventing in her late twenties. While she doesn't
event anymore, she is still in love with the limitless
possibilities in dressage, forever striving for that perfect
harmony of horse and rider that looks so effortless, and is so
bloomin' hard. She writes about life with her two Thoroughbreds,
Pilot and Nellie, in her "Horses in Fiction" blog
series, which is aimed at helping fellow writers keep their
fictional equines from accumulating all the inaccurate Hollywood
clichés from the silver screen.
Her writing grew naturally from the time she learned to hold
a pencil. At last! She had a means to write down the stories she had composed in her head
until then. She won her first writing contest in the sixth
grade, and went on to college with the notion of majoring in
history and writing historical novels. But somehow she got
sidetracked (into the Army, to be precise), after taking an ROTC
class for fun. After several years in Germany as a military
intelligence officer, she was forced to choose between her
career and her spouse and resigned her commission.
Her father loved to travel, and instilled that wanderlust in
his youngest daughter. With him, travels ranged from nine-day
horseback trips in the Cascade Mountains to an epic 12,000-mile
road trip around the western United States in a Chevy van named The Orange Crate. That, plus the happy
hours spent playing outside as a grubby farm kid, means that S.
A. Bolich's fantasy worlds are lived-in, dusty, full of exotic
smells and strange sights, and are inhabited by people
(sometimes a loose interpretation of the term) who reach out and
grab us by the throat and make us care about their problems. And
oh, what problems! You will never look at fire the same way
again after you have spent time with her Firedancer, Jetta, or
hear "just" the wind moaning around the corners on a
winter night after reading Windrider. And yes, you will find
that history degree at work in books like In Heaven's
Shadow, with its perfectly authentic Civil War setting, or
in the Museum of the Arcane stories in Out of the
Vaults, where history and magic collide.
S. A. Bolich's work has been published in many fantasy and
science fiction venues. She is often accused of keeping her
readers up all night and making them miss their bus stops. She,
of course, takes no responsibility for these consequences of
buying her work.
Her books are readily available wherever books are sold.