George L. Pullen

Adolescence is a stage of bliss before passing beyond the value of maturity. Now, only in dreams, to fly, to be all of whatever one’s soul wishes, was it ever real?

George was lucky in some ways. He had a mother who loved him dearly and always believed in him. He had to dig ditches and wash dishes to pay the bills. Now, in retirement, he’s been blessed with time that allows him to pursue a true passion - writing.

He drinks Kahlua with his coffee, sleeps when he’s tired, and eats when he’s hungry. He happily lives with his two canines, Star, a chow-chow, and Runar, an Icelandic sheepdog. He writes his compelling stories until the long shadows of the day slowly fade away to night when the devils come out to play.