In the winter of 1992 a group of teens were held captive in a lodge in Northern Vermont. What they saw there has haunted them for decades. Now something in the house is calling them back.
Growing up in New England gave me a respect for a mixture of cultures and a taste for history. I grew up in a family full of soldiers, sailors, cops, truck drivers and nurses. Their trades sparked my imagination and gave me a thrirst for understanding the world. My grandfather gave e a fondness for books and history that will never truly be quenched. At least I hope not. As a writer i want not to lock myself into a single genre. My pen, in my mind, should be as diverse as the world i live in. I seek out the latest tales of Horror from King and Koontz just as fast as I jump into the fantastical worlds of Tolkien and Goodkind and Asimov. Just as easily I will find myself in the thrilling and dramatic tales told by Ludlum, Brad Thor and jack Carr. Beyond writing I am the husband of an incredible and beautiful woman who said yes to a dreamer and has held tight at every turn in this crazy adventure of life. I am the father of three amazing children, including a teenage daughter, who make me laugh, work harder and dream bigger while simultaneously making me think that pulling my hair out might be a good idea. We and our two Chihauhaus Thor and Loki, who live up to their names, recently left the green mountains of Vermont for a new adventure in the blue grass of Kentucky. The writing continues.
