CJ Erick stumbled into Dallas, Texas, in search of love, really good sushi, and easy access to big box stores. Having found all three, he continues to inhabit the city with his wife, and their two ponderous black-and-tan hounds. When tired of the reckless adventure of an engineering career, he pens classic tales of the space frontier, as well as odd gothic horror derived from decaf-induced nightmares.