Showing posts with label Egyptian mythology. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Egyptian mythology. Show all posts

Friday, July 23, 2021

Interview with Charles Welch, author of Find(h)er


Today it gives the Speculative Fiction Showcase great pleasure to interview Charles Welch, whose novel Find(h)er was our featured new release on June 29.

When we last talked on November 11, 2020, we were discussing your new release, Within the Fog. I think it is safe to say you have not been idle since then. Can you tell us something about the books you have published?

Hello! Since publishing Within the Fog, and getting such wonderful feedback from readers, I moved forward with Hunted, a novel about a man who has been running from an evil his entire life and finally decides to confront it. I then published the follow up to Within the Fog – Rage Within the Fog, and a thriller – Scavenger Hunt, and now my newest work – Find(h)er. Along the way I have also done some work with Scare Street Publications with a couple of short stories for their Night Terrors Anthology Collection.  I think Rage has had an even better reception than the first book in the series. I have also been surprised by the great success of Scavenger Hunt.

We’re here to talk about your new release, Find(h)er, which we featured on June 29. First of all, please can you talk about the title, which includes the words “Find her” and “Finder”. What is the significance of that wordplay?

In the story, the main character, Boone, discovers a talent for finding lost things. He becomes a finder of lost things, and eventually, people. While this is happening, Boone’s best friend, Sly, comes to him for help finding a former girlfriend. She is missing and her younger sister is desperate to find her. The mission becomes one of finding someone, Laurie, who is lost. I liked the combination in the title of Finder (Boone) and Her (Laurie) who he seeks.

How does this novel differ from your earlier books?

I think of this novel as 50% horror, 50% adventure with a Dystopian world mixed in. There is a theme throughout the book of Boone’s need to help his friend, who has helped him with so many things. In his quest to help Sly, Boone is challenged as a person to grow well beyond his comfort zone. I think Find(h)er is my deepest dive into relationships to this point. It’s also a look at the tension that can be created when putting very different people together and asking them to rely on one another in tough circumstances.

Is the supernatural world developed across your novels consistent or are there different worlds?

They are different. I’ve always been fascinated by the concept of the Multiverse. In the future, I may write the Land of the Dead (Duat and the Northern Territories) from Find(h)er into other books. There will also be a follow-up to this book because I think there is more story to tell with these characters. I have liked that other author’s have done this because I think it creates intrigue for readers. That said, I see our world, and potentially those beyond our view, as diverse and multiple. I like the idea of how separate these worlds are, and yet how, ultimately, they may be related.

One of the protagonists, Laurie, has the misfortune to upset a god in disguise. She finds herself having to survive in a dystopian underworld. What was the inspiration for this story?

Ancient Egyptian history. As a former high school history teacher, I have always been fascinated by ancient Egypt. I always wondered about the Gods of the Egyptians’ belief system. What if these Gods existed in our world and another world? What if that other world was dominated by the Gods and mankind ended up there awaiting judgment in the afterlife? Find(h)er was born from 2 different novel concepts I had. One was about a woman who was lost in this dystopian world. The other was about a man who suddenly finds himself with the ability to find lost things. When I realized that Laurie was lost, Boone became a great solution to her dilemma, and I began mapping these two ideas as one novel. 

There is a moral tenor to the book. As in folk tales, Laurie is unkind and rejecting of a stranger who seeks her help - and proves to be more than she seems. How relevant are the themes in these myths and folktales today?

I think they are very relevant. We live in a world in crisis. The pandemic has created such stress for people that finding some kindness for others in stressful situations can be very helpful. The idea that Laurie is so caught up in her day-to-day life and has become judgmental due to her successes rang true to me. She is so consumed by her agenda, that everything else has drifted away from her, including the relationships that she knows are important to her. In the book, it takes the experiences she has to wake her up to what life should be about.

Your other main characters are Boone and Sly. Tell us something about them and how they relate to each other.

Boone has always had issues relating to people. He sees the world differently than most people. He does not like physical touch, cannot stand germs, is very knowledgeable and has been so tortured by others in his past because of these traits that he only wants others to perceive him as what he believes is normal. Sly comes to his aid in high school and becomes his protector. Sly enables Boone to feel normal and thus, Sly becomes very important to Boone. As adults they maintain a close relationship. When Boone realizes he can find lost things, he is not entirely comfortable with the skill because it makes him something beyond normal. He needs Sly’s help, but also realizes that he has an opportunity to help Sly, as Sly has helped him. He struggles with the conflict of being pushed beyond his comfort zone and repaying Sly for all he has done for him.

The story involves more than one descent into the underworld - an ancient theme going back to the story of Orpheus and beyond. How did you imagine the underworld and what is unique about your version?

This other world was built on elements of ancient Egyptian beliefs. The Hall of Truth was a place that the Egyptians believed that we go when we die for judgment. It was their belief that if we are judged to have been truthful and honest, we are then able to move to the Field of Reeds which is a Utopian place like Heaven. I did take some liberties with these beliefs in the book, but I tried to stick as close as possible to the beliefs of this ancient society. I think the idea of new worlds is intriguing to many of us. The concept of sending a manned mission to mars is filled with the same sense of adventure. On a much smaller scale, so is a vacation to a place that we have never been. It’s something new, something unknown. In our hearts I think we all love a sense of adventure and that is what I saw in this other world. A scary place, with many dangers, but something new and adventurous.

Boone has acquired a magical power, that of finding things - and people. Where does it come from and is it a blessing or a curse?

One day, I lost my phone while walking in a park near my house. My wife and I searched high and low for it at home in case it had fallen out of my pocket before I went walking. We called it, listening for it to ring somewhere and could not find it. Finally, I retraced my walk through the park hoping I would find it. The Park had been very busy, and I thought if the phone had fallen out of my pocket there, it would be gone. Instead, as I approached the playground, there it was, laying on the sidewalk. I was amazed and grateful to not need to go phone shopping. The next day we got a snowstorm and ended up with about eight inches of accumulation. I decided to take my morning walk in the weather and then came back home and went to work. It wasn’t until that night that I realized my wedding ring was missing. My hands shrink a little in the winter and my ring becomes very loose. Again, my wife and I searched the house over. I tore apart the plumbing under a sink thinking it may have come off while washing my hands. We could not find it. I decided to retrace my morning walk, in the dark with a flashlight. I walked my entire route kicking snow out of the way, looking for my wedding ring. I didn’t find it. When I returned to my house, I stood next to the sidewalk and kicked the snow in front of me out of frustration. As I did, I saw a gold fleck fly through the air and land in a snowbank. I dug into the pile of snow and there was my ring. I remember thinking – Ok, this is a good premise for a story.

For me, finding my lost things was a gift and saved me from my wife! For Boone, his gift is both a gift and a curse. He can help his friend, but the gift takes him far from his desire to be what he believes is normal.

Has the presence of the global pandemic influenced what you write or changed it in any way?

Only in the respect that I have always wanted to write an end of the world, apocalyptic novel that is not based on Zombies. Because the pandemic had already created such feelings of the end of the world for so many, I put off my concept until just recently. I see story telling as a distraction from the stresses of real life and so I hope my work offered that to my readers.

Tell us something about the antagonists in Find(h)er: “angry and vengeful Gods who protect the Hall of Truth from those who have not yet been judged for their sinful existences.”

These Gods exist to judge humanity. Anubis, as the deliverer of mankind to the Hall of Truth, has a role to play, as does Osiris who performs the judgment ceremony. In the story, for Anubis, the role of taking Laurie to the hall is an issue of the God being angry with Laurie. Laurie refused to help her when she could have. Anubis seeks revenge by opening the portal to this other world. Laurie, due to her impatience, walks right into it. That created the opportunity for Anubis to deliver Laurie to her judgment. The Gods are there to fulfil their role, but Laurie has unknowingly antagonized Anubis. The Gods look down on humanity as impure beings anyway, and in this instance, Laurie is directly in the crosshairs of Anubis. The challenge for Osiris and the 42 judges of ancient Egyptian beliefs is to fulfil their role and see the truth in Anubis and Laurie’s actions.

In Within the Fog, the evil character Croatoan preys on people’s anger. Is there a link or theme in common to the books?

I think the link between the books is emotion, anger, angst, and unfulfilled desire. I have always wondered about what would happen in relationships that are faltering, or failing, if the extraordinary happened. Would these relationships in these situations heal or fail?  Both of these books have this premise at their hearts.

What are you working on now?

I have a new thriller coming out in the next few weeks titled Wicked Games, which is about what happens when the mega rich become bored with their lives and have evil intentions in their hearts. I am also finishing an apocalyptic novel titled Laughers, which focuses on a mother, her son, and his girlfriend at the end of the world. In this instance, the end of the world comes when most of Earth’s population become hysterical and violent. These people see humor in their destruction. I am enthralled with this story because it not only exposes the dark past of the mother in the story, but also her continued desire to make up for lost time with her son. In short, Laughers is the end of the world – without Zombies.

What is your writing routine?

I write in the evenings and on the weekends. I outline my ideas and then fill in details (which always adjust as I write). Then I write to the outline and erase the outline as I progress. I am always listening to music while writing. The mood of the music definitely influences the direction of the story.

What do you read - or watch - to relax?

I am into horror, thrillers and comedies when it comes to TV shows or movies. There are too many to name. My wife and I tend to move from one series to the next and always have at least 2-3 going. I love a good scary movie too. I have an appreciation for ideas in story-telling that make me wish I had thought of it first!

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About Charles Welch:


Charles Welch has been a home designer and builder, a middle school and high school teacher, education administrator, corporate learning and development professional and writer, previously publishing the spiritual book Walking Softly. His formal education includes a Bachelor of Arts in Social Science Teaching, a Master of Education in Learning and Technology, and an Educational Doctorate in eLearning. He and his wife live in Northern Colorado and share their lives with three extraordinary kids, three grandchildren, two pugs, a pit bull, a Chihuahua and two lizards. Charles has had a lifelong passion for horror fiction and horror films and is a huge fan of several of the genre's great authors including Stephen King, Dean Koontz, Brian Keene, Richard Laymon and many others.


In addition to Walking Softly, Charles debuted his horror writing with the Within the Fog series and the upcoming release, Hunted.

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Tuesday, August 11, 2020

The Invisible by Seb Doubinsky

Release date: August 11, 2020
Subgenre: Dystopian noir

About The Invisible:

 

It’s election time in New Babylon, and President Maggie Delgado is running for re-election but is threatened by the charismatic populist Ted Rust. Newly appointed City Commissioner Georg Ratner is given the priority task to fight the recent invasion of Synth in the streets of the capital, a powerful hallucinogen drug with a mysterious origin. When his old colleague asks him for help on another case and gets murdered, things become more and more complicated, and his official neutrality becomes a burden in the political intrigue he his gradually sucked into. Supported by Laura, his trustful life partner and the Egyptian goddess Nut, Ratner decides to fight for what he believes in, no matter the cost.

 

Excerpt:

 

City Commissioner Georg Ratner looked out the large window of his new office, taking in the breathtaking view of the city. New Babylon sparkled in the mid-November morning. The sky was still black, although a thin gray stripe in the east indicated the imminent rise of a pale sun.
“Is everything okay, sir?”
Ratner glanced at the large designer desk, the designer leather armchair, the designer wastebasket, the designer bookshelves, his personal water fountain and nodded.
“Everything’s fine,” he grunted. “Everything’s fine. I just need an ashtray.”
“Yes, of course.”
Ratner smiled with gratitude at his new secretary, Mrs. Gardiner. She smiled back.
She was a middle-aged woman who could have been anything between forty-five and sixty-five, as she had almost no wrinkles and her hair was died a reddish brown. Good-looking too, although that had nothing to do with anything. Ratner hated those automatic thoughts whenever they popped up. He was neither a sexist, nor a satyr. But sometimes his sense of observation collided with obsolete social constructions. Or rather—with constructions that should be obsolete.
“Mr. Klein smoked too. The pipe,” she added.
Ratner nodded. He was replacing a dead man, who had the paradoxical reputation of being both extremely corrupt and extremely efficient. It would be hard to live up to his level.
“I smoke cigarettes,” Ratner said. “And cigars, once in a while. I hope you don’t mind.”
Mrs. Gardiner tugged at her black turtleneck.
“I smoke too,” she explained. “Oh, and Mr. Klein had a minibar installed while he was in office. I mean, it’s a minifridge. You can put in whatever you want, of course. Water, for example. It’s in the basement at the moment. I can ask Eric to bring it back for you.”
Ratner didn’t know if she was making things up, but her tone seemed hopeful.
“Yes,” he said. “That would be very nice.”
Once Mrs. Gardiner had left, the new city commissioner walked to his desk and sat in the designer armchair. It was more comfortable than he had imagined.

 

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About Seb Doubinsky:

Seb Doubinsky is a bilingual writer born in Paris in 1963. His novels, all set in a dystopian universe revolving around competing cities-states, have been published in the UK and in the USA. He currently lives with his family in Aarhus, Denmark, where he teaches at the university.

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About Meerkat Press: 

 Meerkat Press is an independent publisher committed to finding and publishing exceptional, irresistible, unforgettable fiction. And despite the previous sentence, we frown on overuse of adjectives and adverbs in submissions. *smile*

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Monday, December 28, 2015

House of the Healer (Pistols and Pyramids, Book 3) by Jim Johnson

Release date: December 25, 2015
Subgenre: Weird western

About House of the Healer: 

 

The Scales Are Out of Balance

After surviving a brutal cultist attack on her village, Ruia led the other survivors to the safety of Fort Sekhmet with the help of Tjety, a Ranger of Mayat. With Tjety's life now hanging in the balance, can Ruia gather enough help and learn to use her newfound hekau magic to heal Tjety before the forces of darkness close in and snuff out all hope?

House of the Healer is the third episode in PISTOLS AND PYRAMIDS, a monthly series best described as an ancient Egyptian-themed weird western with magic. And mummies. Lots of mummies.

Excerpt:

 

Tjety cracked open his eyes, heavy with fatigue and pain, and squinted at parched earth and sun-blasted dunes that glimmered in the haze. A bleak smudge of clouds gathered on the horizon and crept toward him. His entire body was on fire, radiating more heat than even the glowing orb of the sun god, Re, beating down on him from on high.
He shivered in spite of the heat, blinked, and then found himself standing several feet away from his own body, which was sprawled out naked in the sparkling sand. His body was covered in cuts and scrapes and his right arm hung awkwardly, splintered by a cruel gunshot wound. A thin ribbon of silver connected his ba—his spirit—to his body.
He glanced down. He was in his ba-bird form—a hawk's body with his head rather than that of a hawk. His right wing was shattered, hanging limp against his body. Many of his feathers were damaged or missing, and he had numerous other small wounds, echoing the damage evident on his human form.
Tjety tried to flap his broken appendage, but all that did was shove a spear of pain into his mind that trailed down the gossamer-like strand of silver and crashed into his mortal body.
He stared at the drab wasteland all around him as cruel realization struck home. "Is this it? Have I fuckin' died and fallen in to the Duat?"
He frowned and focused on the silver thread connecting his ba-form to his body. If he had died, that thing should have been severed.
He puzzled it over, but a series of inhuman growls from somewhere deep in the wasteland around him broke his ragged concentration. He staggered around in his broken bird form, his shattered wing flapping helplessly. Horrifying shapes pulled from his bird form, his shattered wing flapping helplessly. Horrifying shapes pulled from his darkest nightmares—jackal-like creatures and massive undulating snakes—formed in the distance, uttered unearthly sounds, and started moving toward him.
Out of reflex and long practice, he went for his pistol, but his broken wing crashed against his body. He cried out in pain.
He made to draw his khopesh, but of course he wore nothing in this form. He then tried to gather strength from his hekau, to prepare a defensive spell, but the image of a dried-out watering hole flashed in his mind. He had nothing left—his wellspring of arcane energies was drained.
He backed away from the encroaching shapes, feeling his silver thread spool out, keeping his ba connected to his fragile mortal shell. The shadowy forms started to pick up speed, as if they smelled his blood and fear. He turned and ran as fast as his little bird legs could propel him, trying desperately to achieve some speed but fearing that he would be too slow, far too slow.

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About Jim Johnson:

 Jim Johnson is the author of the Pistols and Pyramids series as well as other prose fiction series currently under development. He has written sundry other pieces of fiction, including several stories published in the Star Trek universe, and has freelanced for pen and paper roleplaying game companies, including Decipher and White Wolf. Please visit www.SCRIBEINETI.com for more information on Jim and his interests and writing.

Jim lives in historic Alexandria, VA with his wife, newborn son, and several crazy cats.

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Monday, November 23, 2015

Flight to the Fort (Pistols and Pyramids, Episode 2) by Jim Johnson

Release date: November 20, 2015
Subgenre: Weird western

About Flight to the Fort: 


The Scales Are Out of Balance
Tjety, an exiled Ranger of Mayat, and Ruia, a young fisherman’s daughter, team up to guide the survivors of a bandit attack through the dangerous and rugged Kekhmet frontier. Can they reach the safety of Fort Sekhmet before foul cultists and their horrible mummified creatures can capture them?

Flight to the Fort is the second episode in PISTOLS AND PYRAMIDS, an all-new monthly series best described as an ancient Egyptian-themed weird western with magic. And mummies. Lots of mummies.

Excerpt:

 

The man in dark robes sat astride his black mare, holding the reins in one hand, with his other hand cocked on the pommel of his sheathed blade. His headcloth was looped around his mouth and neck. He offered an open-handed greeting and then lifted his hand to remove the folds of the headcloth from his face, revealing a white-toothed smile creasing a deeply tanned face. He had a thin black mustache and a regal, hooked nose.
"Well met, Ranger of the south."
Tjety kept his pistol aimed somewhere around the man’s chest. “Give me one good reason I shouldn’t shoot you dead right here and now.”
The man’s smile never wavered as he held his horse still in front of Tjety. “Despite recent events,” he glanced at the two bodies to either side of him, “I have no quarrel with you. My House and your order have never encountered each other. Until now, anyway.”
Tjety frowned. “You know my order but I don’t know shit about yours.”
The man smiled as he tucked loose folds of fabric back into his headcloth. "My house name would mean nothing to you, Ranger. We are neither Kekhmet nor Hesso. But as a form of introduction, my name is Zezago, Deshi of the House of Gintenka.”
“Nice title, but it means fuck-all to me.” Tjety’s gun hand started to shake. “Why are you here?”
"Reasons well beyond your understanding."
Tjety's frown deepened. "All I know is your men sow destruction and discontent. You destroyed a village and caused many unnecessary deaths." He licked his lips, uncertain how much longer he could hold up his gun. "I expect you're also responsible for the creation of those monstrous, unliving...things."
The smile on the man's face had broadened at each point, which made Tjety quail inside. The man flexed his hands, then after a moment staring at him, dismounted.
"I accept responsibility for all those things, and many more you can’t possibly know." He stepped to the left of his horse and rested a hand on his sword's pommel again.
A bright flash from the man’s ba told Tjety that the man had some skill with hekau, almost certainly stronger than his own. Tjety reached out and took hold of Heker’s reins, and slowly started to sidestep toward the tree line. Zezago kept smiling and sidestepped as well, toward the river, countering Tjety’s movements.
"What would you do, knowing that I am responsible for all those deaths?"
Tjety heard the mocking tone in the man's voice, and knew that this would not end well. In a burst of movement, he raised his pistol and fired his last two rounds.


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About Jim Johnson:

 Jim Johnson is the author of the Pistols and Pyramids series as well as other prose fiction series currently under development. He has written sundry other pieces of fiction, including several stories published in the Star Trek universe, and has freelanced for pen and paper roleplaying game companies, including Decipher and White Wolf. Please visit www.SCRIBEINETI.com for more information on Jim and his interests and writing.

Jim lives in historic Alexandria, VA with his wife, newborn son, and several crazy cats.

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Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Ranger of Mayat (Book 1 of Pistols and Pyramids) by Jim Johnson

Release date: October 22, 2015
Subgenre: Weird Western

About Ranger of Mayat: 

 

The Scales Are Out of Balance

When Tjety, an exiled Ranger of Mayat, discovers a ransacked village along the lawless northern Kekhmet frontier, he marshals his training and divine hekau magic to hunt down the ruthless cultists responsible for the attack. But can he find them before their prisoners are twisted into mindless slaves serving a necromancer bent on shattering the tenuous balance between order and chaos?

Ranger of Mayat is the first episode in PISTOLS AND PYRAMIDS, an all-new monthly series best described as an ancient Egyptian-themed weird western with magic. And mummies. Lots of mummies.

Excerpt:

 

Thin lines of gray smoke slithered into the gloaming sky. As Tjety and Heker crested a slight rise in the hardscrabble road, the humble rooftops of at least twenty mudbrick buildings moved into view. The small village was tucked into a clearing set between the road and a wide bend in the river. It wasn’t hearth smoke coming out of chimneys or cooking pots—the buildings had been set afire.
Bodies lay scattered throughout the small village and near the river. Woven baskets of fish, no doubt the day’s catch, were strewn about, the contents rotten. Tjety rode closer into the village, senses alert and his mouth set in a firm line against the murder and waste on display.
A third gunshot rang out. A gangly man dressed in rough linens and leathers and a dirty homespun headcloth strode out of a house’s open doorway and then holstered his still-smoking revolver. The man spat into the street and then looked toward the village’s large conical storehouse. “Pashet! Uni! I’m done here. Let’s get moving.”
Two more hard-looking men stumbled out of the storehouse, their arms filled with baskets of foodstuffs and supplies. They were likewise dressed in rough riding leathers and plain headcloths.
Tjety gritted his teeth. Gods-damned clanless border brigands. He walked Heker along the far side of the village, careful to keep the burning mudbrick homes between him and the three bandits.
The older of the two looters called out. “Come an’ take yer fill, Meret. Stuff ain’t gonna last. Me an’ Uni got our shares.”
The gangly man, Meret, moved toward his allies and tossed them a few choice swear words in guttural Hesso. Tjety didn’t know the language well, but a quick flex of his hekau was enough for him to get the sense of the words.
Meret said, “We was told to finish off the villagers, Pashet, not loot the place. We gotta get the caravan moving before Master Deshi gets dirt all up in his nethers again.”
The youngest bandit, who by process of elimination had to be Uni, stumbled, which caused his precarious armload to topple over. Grain and assorted vegetables spilled onto the ground. He cursed at the mess and then gestured toward one of the dead villagers. “They ain’t gonna need it no more, Boss Meret. Ain’t no sense leavin’ it to spoil, yah?” He glanced at Pashet, as if seeking confirmation or reassurance from the older man.
As the three brigands fell to arguing, Tjety realized that surprise was on his side, right now. He gathered his reins in one hand and heeled Heker into a gallop. He gripped his pistol at the ready and tore around the buildings toward the bandits, crying out a wordless challenge.
The bandits were faster than he expected. Uni dropped the last of his stolen goods and went for his revolver, clearing the holster just as Tjety blasted two rounds into his chest. The young bandit crumpled to the ground, his pistol dropping from his grip as his mouth fixed itself into a silent “O” of surprise.
“Who the fuck are you?” Pashet cried out as he dropped his stolen booty and drew his revolver. He managed to get a wild shot off before Tjety’s next bullet caught him in the left shoulder and spun him around. Pashet staggered his way toward one of the nearby buildings.
Meret chose to dive into an open doorway, making Tjety suspect that perhaps he was the wisest of his little band.
As Tjety guided Heker through the village, he took careful aim toward Meret's cover, hoping for a clear shot, but the bandit didn’t present himself. Tjety wasn’t about to waste ammunition firing blindly.

 

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About Jim Johnson:

 Jim Johnson is the author of the Pistols and Pyramids series as well as other prose fiction series currently under development. He has written sundry other pieces of fiction, including several stories published in the Star Trek universe, and has freelanced for pen and paper roleplaying game companies, including Decipher and White Wolf. Please visit www.SCRIBEINETI.com for more information on Jim and his interests and writing.

Jim lives in historic Alexandria, VA with his wife, newborn son, and several crazy cats.

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