Noah Fregger
Noah Elijah Fregger, born April 8th, 1983, grew up in San Jose, California. Being an avid fan of science fiction, Noah spent much of his childhood immersed in various books and movies–most of which involving lightsabers, space travel, and heroic battles between good and evil. And although many teachers did recognize his exceptional skills as a writer and artist, he remained a lackluster student through high school.
Joining the Navy in 2003, Noah was stationed in Yokosuka, Japan and toured the Western Pacific from the literal belly of the aircraft carrier USS Kitty Hawk.
While on a thirty-day leave, he married his hometown sweetheart, Kristina, in a Sunnyvale cathedral, January of 2006.
Traveling the beautiful Pacific, Noah had nothing but time to read and write and brainstorm new ideas. It was there that he’d decided to write his first novel. After nailing down the plot, he began the arduous task of capturing ideas on paper. Writing on a close friend’s laptop, the story earned the attention of numerous people…until (sadly) the laptop, the story, and an immense amount of time and effort were stolen.
The writer and artist in Noah lay dormant for many years after, waiting for the proper time to be resurrected.
Honorably discharged from the Navy in 2007, Noah returned home to civilian life with all its blessings and tragedies. His daughter, Lila, was born in 2008. Noah’s father, Jeff, after an extensive and heroic battle with cancer, passed away in June of 2010 (just shy of his 50th birthday).
In the months following his father’s death, Noah’s Grandfather, Brad, challenged him to write again–originally to create a series of short-stories for publication in a science fiction magazine. Noah accepted the task and decided to retell and retool the story he’d lost years ago. He had a newfound purpose: to dedicate it to his inspirational father and muse-like daughter. Noah completed his manuscript at the end of 2011.
“A butterfly does not mourn the passing of its former caterpillar, nor a snake, the shedding of its former skin.”
“And then there was that stupid social networking system, how it had just seemed like the most convenient vessel for the average narcissist. How I’d despised those who couldn’t eat a meal without prodding through their glowing portable Internet devices, searching for some tasty piece of gossip, or perhaps just something to complain about.But that social network had become an overnight epidemic—I’d watched as the daily ways in which we’d lived our lives became molded to fit this shallow instrument. It was a vast change—whether it was social evolution or de- evolution, I wasn’t quite sure; but before I knew it, by society’s standards, it was I that had become the social leper.”
“There's something aboard that thing, a dark and powerful figure. And it awaits the coming of something--something terrible.”
“Men like to share outrageous stories with one another - embellishing the keenness of our instincts and exaggerating the metallic compounds that make up our genitalia, or "brass balls" as they say.”