About Me
Growing up, my father instilled in me a deep love of reading. From an early age I immersed myself in the worlds of Anne McCaffrey, Mercedes Lackey, Margaret Weis, and Tracy Hickmann, to name a few. My father was a gifted storyteller, and when he passed unexpectedly, I began writing myself. That was six years and three children ago.
I've lived most of my life in upstate New York. I married my (only) high school girlfriend, who has turned out to be an impossibly good, kind, and patient wife, as well as a devoted mother to our three sons. I've yet to convince her of how fantastic she truly is, but I try hard, and the work is joyous.
I'm a software engineer by day, a husband and father by night, and a bookworm by nature. How I find time to write is anyone's guess.
Current Work
Asunder
This book is set in a world of raw, unspoiled beauty, where humans have been forcibly whittled down to a handful of cities by a man driven mad with rage and grief. Lyss, a young woman from one of these cities, is attacked and framed by a doppelgänger who murders her squad. Banished from her home, she embarks on a quest for vengeance and to clear her name. Her journey leads to Iron, the city in the mountain, but she's waylaid en-route by the mad demi-god, Eon, who's responsible for the nightmare creatures that first razed the world, and whom she blames for the death of her father.
Eon is also tracking the murderer, and intends to enact his own justice by vaporizing Iron entirely. Lyss pleads for him to spare the city. Eon, intrigued by her compassion, presents her with a choice: turn away, or continue on with her fate tied to that of Iron.
This is my first, but really second, book.
The first is, of course, under the bed.
Asunder, Excerpt
Lyss lay down in the grass with a heavy sigh, and Gryphon heard her heart slow, burdened by sadness and grief and loss. He followed suit, doggedly watching the stars and refusing to give in to his own memories.
“I hate him, Gryph.”
“Who?”
“Eon, or whoever made the Mistaken. I want him dead, and them dead. All of them. And then I want to retire somewhere quiet, once the night isn’t terrifying anymore.”
He grabbed her forearm and squeezed it. She squeezed back, and he was rewarded with a few quicker beats of her heart.
“Well. Let’s do that then. Kill them all. We’re two Triples, after all. I’d bet we could take a whole army of Mistaken.”
Lyss exhaled a small laugh.
“Alright,” she said. “I’m in. I wonder how many there are.”
