Gods and monsters, heroes and demons, witches and gorgons and prophecies; as a little squirt learning to read, I was lucky enough to start with a primer that featured two plucky kids time-traveling back to ancient Greece, and boy, my head exploded.


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I was hooked.


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Soon I was gobbling up horror stories, ghost stories, stories about UFOs, feasting on fantasy and speculative fiction — anything to do with magic, the supernatural, anything beyond our current ken. So of course I had to start writing too.

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I’ve written all kinds of different stuff — songs, stories, poems, code — but those stories from that first primer? All that weird and wonderful avalanche of oddity from Greek mythology, it really stuck. Gods and monsters still spark my imagination, still fuel my dreams (and my writing).



I’ve got up to a few other things as well. I’ve cooked hot dogs, sold lady shoes, sold batteries, and poured coffee.  I’ve toured with bands, played with rock stars, and broken boards with my feet. I’ve made a bunch of paintings and drawings, jumped out of an airplane, married, divorced, raised an amazing girl, married again — I’m happy to report this one is working out well — and rappelled down a waterfall, where I had to be rescued by a man named Clint.

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These days, I live and write in Northern California, where a murder of crows lurk in the redwood across the street. The Last Wrathwitch is my first novel, and I’m here to tell you it would not exist if it weren’t for those time-traveling kids.