Nicholas Marsh has never forgiven his parents for giving him a happy childhood, thus depriving him of the necessary angst and bottled-up rage to become a full-time writer. Not only that, his genetic inheritance has so far thwarted every attempt to grow a beard to make him appear dark and brooding. Four weeks of strenuous effort only result in a near-invisible fluffy covering that even a student would quickly shave off in embarrassment.
Since his late teenage years he is proud that he had managed to maintain his height at a constant five feet ten inches. If only everything in life were that simple. He currently works as a veterinary surgeon in Plymouth, and doesn’t think the job is all that bad really. On his days off he spends his time being cruel to pot plants, drinking cups of tea and, occasionally, writing.
He has been a science-fiction fan his whole life, and can still remember the good old days when going out with mates meant funny-shaped dice and dragon slaying, rather than night clubs and loud music. He feels he is the only person in the world who thought the Star Wars prequels weren’t all that bad.
Nick is married (to another vet! It makes for some very boring after dinner conversations) and has three horses, two rescued greyhounds and a psychotic cat that he can’t seem to get rid of.
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