I write. I play. I love.
I was a kid in Fern Forest, Hawaii. Now I reside with my wife and son in Portland, Oregon.
On the volcanic island, I lived in a redwood house and played on a beach of my birth stone.
One day, I drowned in the Hilo Bay after being repeatedly thrown in by drunken relatives. I still remember the moment when I gave up and breathed in the tea colored water—hence Ranger of Path's cover. My lungs surrendered, but my heart never stopped. I forgave the foolish swimming lesson the moment a fear sobered relative resuscitated me.
I never played D&D until college, and now I host a Roll20 game within my novels' setting.
I played Eve Online, exclusively PVP, for close to a decade.
I’ve bought many transformer toys, pretending it’s only because I love my son. He’s moved on to nerf guns, but I keep the old toys in case he changes his mind.
I turned forty and started Jiu Jitsu along with my son, but I got my cauliflower ear from wrestling in high-school. I think I broke my hand in a white belt tournament, and I don’t want my wife to find out.
I once burned my face while fire dancing. I am a fire dragon.