When alien civilizations clash in war, you wouldn’t expect a prey species with short claws, blunt teeth, soft hides, and no natural hunting instincts to be a threat. But as one unique species of psychopathic Grass Eaters rises to the apex of the food chain and begins to ruthlessly exterminate their peaceful neighbors, the dying carnivores ask:
Visit the interactive galactic map.
Alien species in the known galaxy.
Navy numbered fleets organization charts.
As a life-long sci-fi fan, I am a hopeless optimist, now writing
about the bright future of humanity. In my stories, I like to explore the
complexities of technology and their interactions with our society, accompanied by a splash of
fun/positive deconstruction of genre tropes.
My favorite books are: the Expanse and the 1632 series.
My dog is a 4-year-old Belgian Malinois / German Shepherd mix. He likes ear scratches, is
allergic to chicken, and can scale a 6 ft chain-linked fence in five seconds flat.