T. Lee Harris is a scribbler of the lowest order. Not only does she pen lies about people who don't exist, but she draws pictures of them as well. Harris has also been known to aid and abet others by putting their scribblings into book form and even going so far as to devise covers for these publications. She claims she went to school to learn these things, but that shouldn't be held against anyone.
Harris is, in turn, aided and abetted by others in her assaults against literature. Among these accomplices are Untreed Reads, who have promulgated her lies about a retired spy who keeps getting mixed up in other people's business, and the Southern Indiana Writers' Group -- possibly the worst offenders of all -- who have repeatedly permitted her to commit her acts of literary vandalism with their Indian Creek Anthology Series. Most recently, Per Bastet Publications who, not content to shamelessly publish her untruths about an ancient Egyptian scribe and a magic temple cat, have put forth her prevarications about a vampire turned law enforcement agent in the novels Chicago Blues and New York Nights.
There are suspicions that Harris is committing yet another novel or two, but this has not been confirmed.
