Hey, there! Thanks for stopping by. If you're wondering who in their right minds would call themselves Questint, well, it's something my 13 year old self thought was "cool." 

And now that I'm in my twenties, it totally makes sense that I still think that. Yeah.

Growing up reading the likes of Agatha Christie, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle & John Grisham, I have constantly been on the look out for poorly concealed dead bodies. 

Sadly, I haven't come across any. Yet. (Although, my dad tells me that's probably a good thing.) 

So I try and live vicariously through my protagonists who somehow manage to end up with a murdered corpse (or two) on their hands and they just can't seem to figure out what happened, till the very end. 

Maybe, when you get the time, you could check 'em out and help them figure it out sooner?