Timothy M. Brenner
Hailing from the desolate wasteland that is Portland, Oregon, T. M. is a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma. He may have been a spy for the Allies during World War II, or possibly the greatest fencer who ever lived. He might also be the person who invented the bread tie (a bow tie made out of bread), or the man responsible for the end of disco. But you don't know, and he can neither confirm nor deny any of it. He has the mind of a steel trap; an old, damaged, rusted out steel trap, and a face to match. He can lift 50+ pounds without assistance, and jump several feet in a single bound. He is both your friend and your worst nightmare. He is myth, legend, and sometimes devourer of baked goods. He is T. M. Brenner, author extraordinaire.
“Pick a sunset, and we'll ride off into it together.”
“Action is what makes hope a reality.”
“Few people have the audacity, the ego, the hubris to quote themselves. I, apparently, am one of those people.”
“The most important thing in the world is people. Without people, you'd be naked, starving and lonely. There'd be no taxes, but still...”
“Honesty: what a refreshing slap in the face it is.”
“The fates do not cater to the whims of my sarcasm.”