Rob Salem

Rob Salem was born in Massachusetts slightly before the infamous trials that sought and failed to capture his soul*. Not content to rest on that infamy, Rob went a-Viking, traveling across the Atlantic (more than a couple times, just to make sure) before settling in the U.S. Midwest where he devoted himself to the peculiar melancholy that comes from still air and an unbroken horizon.

After a lifetime of dabbling in "real jobs", Rob settled down to the marginally more macabre task of building words he insists we call fiction. Not content to just bend language to his will, he invests himself in other pursuits that include his band, Salem's Childe, and photography and videography under his brand The Stormworks. Like a storm powered by cigars, whiskey, and heavy metal (the music, not the elements, though the pun works too perfectly here), Rob is a force of nature at work in Midwesthell, fueled in full by nothing less than raw chaos distilled into its purest form.

*This might be (as in it pretty much is) made up. The actual history is a bit muddy due to poor record keeping, and with any good writer the line between fact and fiction is substantially blurred enough to leave us with only our best guess. So, while we're pretty sure there's at least some truth to this, we're not inclined to get in the way of a good story by sorting out the truth from the embellishment...