Kevin knew he liked this writing gig when 3rd grade classmates paid him two bucks for every story he wrote. Unbeknownst to him, the students turned in the stories as homework assigments (If Kevin had known, he would have charged double). His literary operations were exposed because the monkey scribble was undeniably Kevin's handwriting. Unless, it actually was monkey scribble. Kevin was cast into detention. But, being the industrious boy that he was, detention served as a place only to imagine more fantastic worlds. Today, his wife graciously listens as he reads wild stories about foul monsters, fire-breathing winged lions, and the mysterious voice of Huron city, which speaks only to its 14yr old steward, Nikolas Lyons. Kevin now welcomes you into his world.
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