The Mad Puppeteer

I was born on the Fleet of Worlds, I was raised in the jungles of Ylesia, and I came of age on the streets of Camorr. I received my education at Hawkins, St. Jude’s, and Mahoutokoro.

I have watched in wonder as dawn’s first light kissed the walls of the Hornburg, lending hope to the weary men inside.

I have crossed the Nentir Vale in search of a few shiny coins, only to find myself.

I have learned that the first rule of flying is love. I have learned that love alone can keep a boat in the air when its only business is falling out of the sky.

I have stridden with confidence into the jaws of Oblivion, I have shed bitter tears on the sandy beaches of Virmire, and I have ridden the warship Rocinante across the Belt.

And at the end of each day, I have stumbled on home to my cats, lying curled in the lap of my fellow adventurer, within our desert bastion.

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Stories give us the experience of a hundred lifetimes. Stories introduce us to a thousand new characters. Stories touch our minds, stir our hearts, and search our souls. Stories are strange, terrible, wonderful.

That is why I’m here. To tell stories. To take you on adventures. To show you the things I hold within my heart and to paint before you the layers of my mind. And if I can instill in you even a fraction of the sense of awe, inspiration, and joy that so many others have given me through their stories, I will consider this website’s purpose fulfilled.