Demar

Demar lives in a concrete factory loft, dreams of motorcycles, and will someday venture out to write books during neon Tokyo night's or in a grass Knoll hidden in Iceland. It's suiting to be a hermit and a writer.

Like most fantasy authors, Demar is a nerd (read; techie, geek, poindexter, wizard et al.) and maybe secretly believes Star Wars is true (iv, v and vi...); just that we haven't flown far enough to see it all. There are definitely giant prologue ribbons floating through space somewhere.

Magic is seldom seen this side of the book page, which is why Demar finds it so important to write about what our imaginations already seem to believe; that anything is possible, and that old mages are the coolest people alive. And If asked in a quiet setting by a crackling fire, Demar might concede to believing in spells, and charms, and floating castles, or could at least point you in the direction of where a tome of magik might be found.