The 20-something Erik has had a smattering of day jobs, mostly journalistic and/or administrative in nature, though a few more exotic -- herding mangy kids, fighting forest fires, and dueling for show among them.

Erik has lived on the road in Spain for a month, on the London Underground for half a year, the California valley for at least eighteen, an artificially green part of Oregon for four, and he resides, currently, in the North (Seattle, in the real world) with a pair of cats named Apollo and Athena and a captive angel by the name of Shelley.

In his free time, he stalks the streets of London clad in black, storms the ancient castles of Scotland, and faces French fire-dancers on warm midnights along the Seine.

He has stared Death in her pretty face, vanquished his greatest nemesis in the name of true love, and earned some rather spectacular saber scars.

(You should've seen the other guy.)

The rest of the time Erik spends writing, playing roleplaying games, reading voraciously, writing more, trying to bring his now-scattered D&D group together for games every now and then, researching archaic secrets, summoning demons and binding them to his will to use against solicitors, as well as correcting folks on how to pronounce his name.

(That's de Bie: deh-bee. Like "duh!" -- only more elegant.)

Ghostwalker is his first published novel -- but only the first.

How do you hunt down this irascible wit-duelist who almost never answers a question directly? Check out his contact page or his blog.