Mark Vrankovich

Mark Vrankovich was born in Auckland, New Zealand. It is said that on the day he was born there was a cloud in the sky shaped like a Commodore 64. Disguised as a software architect, he wanders the Earth searching for his lost hair. Legend has it that if enough people read his novels then his hair will return. And so he writes. In a hotel room, or in a cave. Hope furrowed across his brow. He likes hot tea, cupcakes (chocolate, moist on the inside but with a bake hardened crust exterior, not too much icing), thunderstorms, cats, musty books, shiny things, and the pop sound jam jars make when you open them. Some say he knows something, but nobody is sure what it is. He likely does not own that thing you think he owns. He can see in color. His walking speed is about six kilometers per hour, but he can manage twenty kilometers per hour when being chased by something with teeth. The brief author biographies he writes about himself, often in the third person, have been rated as some of the worst in the world. The World Health Organization classifies them as a mental hazard. Interpol has warned it is ready to issue a global "Red Notice", requesting his arrest, if he writes another one. A small, but vigorously up and coming galactic empire at the eastern end of the Milky Way has threatened to irradiate the Earth with gamma rays if...