I love stories.

I love magic, heroism, sword-and-sorcery, death-defying courage, bows and arrows and lasers and princes. I love kick-ass action that matter.

A lot of these things made it into The Sundered: aliens with all-too-human feelings, a dystopian society, a protagonist who might actually be the bad guy, and an ending that isn’t quite the neatly-wrapped-up kind you get from Pixar. And I like Pixar, dammit.

Some endings are messy. That’s how real life works – and part of a story’s power. No matter how exotic the setting, how many limbs the characters have or what (if any) genders, the issues they face must feel real.

Fair warning, reader: I’m kind of a genre-hopping fiend, so any genre I write will have elements of other things. I’m okay with that. Real life tends not to fit in neat little boxes, and neither do I.