A father that lives in your head wouldn't be so bad if he wasn't the killer of millions.
At least it's comforting to know that he didn't murder the fishes used to create your body.
Or the seagull.
Sarah hides her illegal nanite origins in an effort to build an ordinary life, but the legacy of dad's horrors makes it difficult. Especially when new but familiar zombie-like abominations.
(While Echoes of Erebus is a complete story on its own, readers interested in its world may also like the two preceding books in the series; Lifehack and Watching Yute.)
Autorentext
Year of hatching: 1976
Last seen: Lower Mainland, B.C., Canada
Current level: 47
Blood type: Red and tangy
Identifying features: Drives a manual wheelchair fuelled by taurine.
Do not approach. Suspect won't shut up, especially if his books come up.
Known to be easily distracted by polyhedral dice.
And crows.
And dogs.
And kids.
And the colour 47.
A generally creative type, telling stories has become an increasingly driving force over the years.
While cycling to a computer repair job in 2001, Joseph was struck by a car, resulting in T5/6 paraplegia. Since then, he has married, and had two children, Caitlin and Lachlan.
Later dealing with significant paraplegia-related pressure wounds that resulted in another six months of hospitalization, Joseph gradually recovered to a 'healthy' paraplegic condition.
Joseph began volunteering at the local seniors centre, leading to a job. This position ended less than a year later due to Covid-19. A few months later, Joseph began working online for another non-profit organization dealing with community projects and seniors, and a company facilitating supervised access, for which he edited reports and co-ordinated supervisors.
These were cut short by the emergence of multiple sclerosis, which was diagnosed after a significant attack of the condition. Despite first impressions, MS has not managed to entirely stop his writing.