Horror isn't always ugly. People have imagined a million ways for the world to end. Science warns of meteor strikes and endless time bloating the Sun until it burns the planet molten. Humanity dreams of suicide by disease or war or poisoning our environment until we can't survive it anymore. Prophets speak of angels and demons, while storytellers warn of unspeakable horrors from beyond the stars. But George Bradley knows that they're all wrong. George Bradley is watching the world end in a way that no one ever in terrible, terrible beauty.
People in New York City will tell you that it’s not what you do to pay your bills that defines you. That’s just your day job. It doesn’t matter if you wait tables or drive a bus or work as a stockbroker until you get your Big Break, you’re really an actor, or a singer, or a dancer, or an artist.
If that’s true, then I’m a writer and aspiring tabletop rpg designer who lives in New York City with my beloved wife, still working and waiting for my Big Break.
I’m a movie buff and a horror hound. My favorite season is Fall, which has somehow become a time of renewal to me. My music of choice is epic rock, and I love walking my city and finding all of its hidden wonders; I have a special love for Coney Island.
Most of all, I love the stories. I’ve loved the stories since I was a very small child, begging my parents to read me another book. The stories have been my friends at times when I didn’t seem to have any others.