Lish McBride was raised by wolves in the Pacific Northwest. It rains a lot there, but she likes it anyway. She spent three years away while she got her MFA in fiction from the University of New Orleans, and she liked that too, although the hurricane did leave much of her stuff underwater. Her main goal in going to college was to become a writer so she could wear pajamas pretty much all the time. She currently resides in Seattle, spending most of her time at her day job at Third Place Books in Lake Forest Park. The rest of her time is divided between writing, reading, volunteering at 826 Seattle, and Twitter, where she either discusses her desire for a nap or her love for kittens. (Occasionally ponies.)
She plays a fierce game of potato hockey, and by "fierce" she of course means that she plays dirty, not that she plays well.
Bradley Bleeker was found on the doorstep of a tiny Catholic orphanage in a small Eastern European town many years ago, though the exact date is unknown. The nuns had a strict policy of acceptance, but they quickly decided that young Bradley would be happier elsewhere--anywhere--as long as it wasn't there. The nuns found him an apprenticeship at a local butchers. To this day the smell of meat still brings a sense of comfort to him. The golden years couldn't last, of course, and soon Bradley's dreams of taking over the shop were swept away in a single game of poker. The butcher lost badly and Bradley was sold to the first mate of a local tug boat, where he learned to tie knots, swab decks, and kill rats. He can still shoot a rat from fifty feet away with only a sling shot and a bottle cap.
Now, he draws things. For example, he's drawn the characters on this site and the logo. Many think this might be a waste of his more specialized talents. You can find more of his work here.
Aaron Carlton was hatched from an egg. After fighting off the other hatchlings in a no-holds-barred battle royal, he crawled from the nest only to find himself in an abandoned amusement park. It was, of course, extremely haunted. He then solved the Mystery of the Abandoned Amusement Park (it was old man Jenkins) and was given a reward, which he used to send himself to college. He now builds websites for a living, which often leaves him socially awkward and slightly maladjusted. Regardless, he is very proud to have an apartment like a real grown up and his very own jar of Skittles, which he really likes, even though they give him hives.
All of this is an amazing feat for a dog in a dinosaur costume.