Carl grew up listening to his mother’s tales of haunted hotels, killer clowns, and telekinetic teens. It did not matter that she was reciting someone else’s stories – the magic was in the telling and the effect was just the same. Many years later, after an adolescence spent exploring dungeons, and a young adulthood writing books for such adventures, he still escapes into worlds outside his own. The demands of work often call him back, but it’s only ever temporary. There are so many more worlds to be explored and tales to be told…