Return of the Grudstone Ghosts

I was raised by hobbits. And dwarves. And a dragon named Smaug. It was a strange, boisterous family, but always entertaining and always an adventure.My uncle was a Jedi. He took me to a desert planet to hone my lightsabre skills. And there I met my cousin, who was the Muad'Dib from Dune. We travelled the worlds together: It was an adventure, always an adventure.Others, who I went to school with, might say I grew up on a ranch in the Cypress Hills of southwest Saskatchewan, Canada. That I rode horses and chased cows, but always had a book in my hand. I later went to university and worked in advertising. They may be right, but I still crave second breakfast every day. And have a burn scar from trying to open a can of beans with my lightsaber.I've spent my life living in and creating other worlds. Places where spies can shape-change to defeat their enemies, hero assassins can rise to defeat an empire, or dragons can breathe fire and snark at the same time. They are worlds of great fun, humour and heroism. You're welcome to visit at anytime. You deserve an adventure.