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After far too many years of 60+ hour work weeks in an office that only expected more of my time, I realized what was missing from my life, that which made me the happiest as a child and in my twenties—the creativity that 'play' allowed. Now, I 'play' through my travels and novels, which allow me to follow my obsessions, architecture, art, and gastronomy. As soon as I started writing, that youthful energy returned—it felt I was being recharged, wandering planets to experience the architecture, art, and cuisine that end up in my books. Add a few restless spirits, and some more than spirited wolves and grotesques, I have become a child again.

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