Kaine Andrews
Kaine Andrews was born in San Diego, California, before being spirited away to Carson City, Nevada. There he has remained, with the exception of one memorable week in Bend, Oregon and one small tour in hell (AKA Chandler, Arizona.)
Raised among a family filled with NASCAR loving, mechanically minded folk who considered themselves witches, Kaine's unique upbringing and early escape from the halls of education, along with the theft of his father's typewriter, led him to the demented scribbling that he refers to as his "work."
Through the course of his life, Kaine has been involved in television production, retail work, criminal psychology, newspaper writing, radio and criminology as well as earning trade-school degrees in private investigation, computer programming, freelance writing and motorcycle repair. This eclectic background has left him with a fractured worldview and a number of unique experiences to translate into his writing.
He currently remains in Carson City, while dreaming of the Oregon coast, wrestling with his pet coyote and hoping to one day elope with Katy Perry Rebel Wilson. Sorry, Katy; your dalliances with Russel Brand and Robert Pattinson is just too much.
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“A gurgling chuckle came from behind him; Jonas had heard it often enough to know that it signified something as close to laughter as the creature ever got. “Yet you believe those things won’t come if you serve your Lord? You know what they say about the road to Hell, Judas.”