A.C. Betts

Born in the eightees, bred and raised in England's southeast on his father's VHS collection of vintage sci-fi from far too young an age to really stand a chance, A.C. quickly became enamoured with the rather large collection of fantasy books hidden in the attic, the reading of which more or less sealed his fate. Plagued by seagulls who noisomely insist on roosting upon their rooftop, A.C. nonetheless persists in chronicling the lives and loves of the infinitely more interesting people they conjure into being somewhere in the dark recesses of their unquiet mind. When not hunched across their laptop, slaving over their next creation, A.C. has been known to doodle on occasion, enjoying sketching and painting. They also have been known to play with toy soldiers and to Dungeon Master weekly RPG sessions set in the world of his books.

In order to maintain at least a slim semblance of sanity, the author has been occasionally known to even go outside. However, seagulls being such a danger as they are, these excursions are few and far between.