I grew up in a modest home—my father worked as a factory hand. That didn’t stop me from being a happy
kid. I remember waiting all week for Fridays, because that was the day my dad brought home comic books,
and I’d tear through them before Saturday was even over. Superboy and Superman were my favorites.
It didn’t take long for comic books to give way to novels, and one title that stuck with me was The Twelve
Labors of Hercules. Still, even with all that love for reading, I was good at math in school, and that’s what
pushed me toward engineering.
Years went by, but the love of reading never left. When the chance finally came, I wrote my first book, set
in the business world—a safe choice. More books followed, and to my surprise, they found an audience.
But something kept nagging at me. I wanted to write about people who took charge of their own lives,
who took risks, who refused to back down. I’d always loved History—capital H—even its darkest chapters.
Eventually I decided it was time to take a bigger swing: a novel set during wartime. The only question left
was which war—the First or the Second? I went with the Second, and that’s how the Broken Sky Saga came
to be.
Here’s a little behind-the-scenes spoiler, for anyone following along: the next saga is headed to the
trenches of World War I.
But that’s a story for another day.