C.K. Morris is a simple man. He loves books, movies, and his dog, Willow.
He possesses a trove of not-so-useful talents, chief among them his uncanny ability to snag the broken shopping cart at the grocery store. Not by choice, mind you—but because, doggone it, that's just the way it is.
He's got a knack for enjoying good horror, too. It's been that way since he was a scamp, kicking up dust on his six-speed, wearing out the carpet in the horror aisle at Blockbuster. And all these years later, not much has changed. If the universe hands you a passion—write novels and scare whoever’s willing to read them.
