After growing up reading the tales of Robin Hood and King Arthur, I fell in love with all things medieval and fantastic. Swords and sorcery were the dominant themes of my literary existence until one fateful rainy day in the fall of 1991. It was during my family's annual vacation to the Appalachians, and I was cooped-up in a little log cabin with my father, step-mother, and baby brother. The batteries in my Game Gear had died hours earlier, and my step-mom had finally had enough of a stir-crazy, rabid nine year old running around like a bull in a china shop. She handed me a copy of Stephen King's "Skeleton Crew" in a last-ditch effort to shut me up, and halfway into "The Mist", protagonist David Drayton found himself in a lull in the action with his hand up the shirt of the pretty heroine. My pre-pubescent mind was blown... With my writing, I have tried to bridge the gap in these opposing interests. Swords, guns, politics, religion, and of course, sex... Hope you enjoy!