I can remember picking up a pen for the first time as the Berlin Wall fell, aware then that the event would define a generation. Raw, human and layered with mysterious intrigue - that's where I wanted to play.
A degree in English Literature from UCLA followed, with a concentration in military and espionage fiction shaped by the tendency to pick electives featuring guest professors like David Mamet, and a graduation thesis titled "James Bond's role in shaping the Lexicon of Espionage".
With three decades in film production as a "day job" I take a cinematic eye to the page — along with a healthy disregard for taking creative notes.
This book is a lot different from the first in the series, but it’s also very good. It also leaves a couple cliffhangers to set up the third book. I’m enjoying this series.
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.