I can’t say what came first: my desire to write fantasy or my desire to play Dungeons & Dragons. I just know that they are and always have been inextricably linked in my imagination. I read fantasy from the age of four or five, but the realization that I...
By Roberto Loiederman We went to Santa Fe in Paul and Cheryl’s rust-colored pick-up truck, a ’48 Chevy that had ugly splotches on the exterior, holes in the floorboards and no heat, so as soon as we got into higher elevations, it was cold in the vehicle. Joan and I...
