I was born on the first day of October in 1950, the first son of John and Patricia, in Baltimore, MD. I got a brother a year-and-a-half later. We moved around a lot. We moved to Charlotte, NC. I started school. I barely learned to read the boring crap they taught me. We moved to Asheville, and my Mom taught me to read real books.
I fell in love with L. Frank Baum, John Fox, Jr., Edward Ormondroyd, Robert Heinlein, and Marilyn. We moved to Greenville, SC. I fell in love with Kathy, H.G. Wells, and Edgar Rice Burroughs.
I went to Junior High School. I fell in love with Cecelia, Isaac Asimov, and Jackie (sigh).
I went to High School. I fell in love with Donna, Kathy, Jane, Merrill, Jackie (again), and alcohol. I decided to become a writer.
I went to Presbyterian College. I fell in love with Cynthia, Ann, marijuana, LSD, what’s-her-name, Harlan Ellison, Eric Clapton, Jimmy Page, Jimi Hendrix, Johnny Winter, and Joni Mitchell. I left Presbyterian College and went to the University of Georgia (go Dawgs!). I fell in love with Karyn (sigh), J.R.R Tolkein, Robert Heinlein (again), cocaine, and The Allman Brothers. I tried to write.
I graduated college. I fell in love with Pat, Barbara, Dale, Carol, what’s-her-name, James Tiptree Jr., Frank Herbert, Ursula K LeGuin, Connie (OMG), Stephen King, Bruce Springsteen, Bonnie Raitt, and Kathy. I tried to write.
I married Kathy. I fell out of love with cocaine and LSD. I gave up on writing. I moved to Charlotte, NC. I moved to Salisbury, NC. I got divorced. I fell out of love with alcohol and marijuana. I fell in love with Amanda, Susan, Pam, Gerrie (sigh), Michael Crichton, Robert R. McCammon, John Grisham, Dean Koontz, Janine, and Cheri.
I moved back to Charlotte, NC. I fell in love with Caren and got married again. We had a kid. I got un-married. I fell in love with Charlaine Harris, Stephenie Meyer, Patricia Briggs, Richelle Mead, and Taylor Swift.
Oh, and along the way, I made a lot of wonderful friends and observed first-hand the never-ending, enigmatic, inexplicable miracle of life. And, I started to write again…
…and I haven’t stopped.
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The Dragon of Doughton Park
By John Hundley
Published: January 25, 2013.
Trust issues? You’d have them, too, if the woman you loved turned you into a werewolf and left without revealing you were the one foretold in prophecy to lead the Lycan in a war against Vampires to save mankind. Clifford Crane hopes the powerful fae known as The Dragon can debunk the prophecy, but the ancient dragon king may be the very one who’ll go to any lengths to see it come true.
The Draculata Nest
By John Hundley
Published: January 6, 2013.
It was a full moon, and red wolf Clifford Crane wasn’t thinking clearly when he killed the vampire who was stalking Danielle. Then, to make matters worse, he accepted the help of Roland Trudeau, a powerful vampire who offered protection from the Draculata Nest, who are seeking revenge. Now Clifford finds himself in the middle of a vicious game of vampire politics, a game where the losers die.
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