I never sailed the darkened seas as a child. I was never handed a suit of plate armor by my parents, or taught esoteric magic by my preacher. These deplorable shortfalls of my upbringing led me to a single conclusion: apart from back alley dentistry, the world is precious short on adventure. So I quit my job and began filling in the blanks. Two books of my debut series, World’s Enough Cycle, have been completed and, with occasional breaks for ghost pepper infused Thai food, I reside in the captain’s quarters working on Volume III.
For my visual readers, my family is what drives my every effort (how freakin’ cute are they…and by “they,” I mean people who are not me):