Richard Due
I edit Willa Snap's highly illegal memoirs: sentient Clockwerks, time-traveling dragons, highly verbal cats—that kind of thing.
And when not shifting unpredictably into third person, Richard lives with his wife, two lovely daughters, some cats, and four ducks, in a magical bookstore that is—quite frankly—the only thing that stands between you and raging hordes of zombies who haven’t read a good book in, like, forever.
He has won an Independent Publisher Award, a National Indie Excellence Award, and a Moonbeam Children's Book Award. He’s also been recognized by Writer’s Digest, the International Rubery Book Award, and the Eric Hoffer Book Award.
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“I've reached that final moment of editing a book—the one where the text manifests as a living breathing person and starts slugging me in the face.”
Richard Due
“Tavin cupped his hands to his mouth. “Here, dragon-dragon-dragon!” he yelled.Lily stared in amazement. Well, that was bold, she thought, and stupid.”
Richard Due
“Odd names: Winter, Autumn—they almost sound as if someone just made them up.” —Dubb”
Richard Due
“You won't find the tales I bear in any books . . . My tales are from the Moon Realm.” —Ebb Autumn”
Richard Due
“Some people are just sad when there aren't talking squirrels.” —Lily Winter”
Richard Due
“But—" yelped Twizbang, “Greydor will eat us!”
Richard Due