Patrick Childress

I travel through life with eyes half open, stumbling through darkness, seeking light. Ideals seem forever out of reach. nevertheless, I let my dreams light the way. We live in a hard reality, but wonders wait just beneath the surface. Shadows in the alleys will try to snuff your candles. Guard them carefully. If this paragraph meant anything to you, then you might find some lumens in the pages of my books.

I've always wanted to be a writer, even before I knew what those cryptic scribbles were on the pages. As a child, I'd imitate them, filling blank papers with my own interpretation. They felt like magic spells with hidden secrets that could grant me powers. In a way, they turned out to be magic. The books created entire worlds (universes) in my imagination once I learned to read. I wanted nothing more than to create my own.

Unfortunately, I've fallen victim to a curse, losing a valuable candle. Chronic pain from three back surgeries and 20 years of manual labor is really challenging me. Projects I should have finished a years ago are still waiting for a little more spell-craft. I hope to have 3 or 4 new worlds for you to explore very soon. You can help me fight the curse by taking a walk in my worlds. Each visitor gives me hope that my dreams will live on with you, encouraging me to lift the candles up, and keep doing what I do.

No AI is used to help me write, or paint my covers. I do it all myself (for good or bad).