Raymond Duane
Born in antiquity, I was raised with Robert Louis Stevenson, Walter Scott and Mark Twain. I'd spend Friday nights with my grandmother and she would read to me. With sound effects and excitement.
All I've ever wanted to be is a writer and dreamed of being Ernest Hemingway. (I got the drinking part right.)
I worked for the college paper; was founding editor of a weekly newspaper; and I did a lot of magazine work, including for adult entertainment.
My fantasy books are for Jill, my wife, who loves dragon stories with strange creatures and magick. Sword and sorcery, with a blend of mystical philosophy about life and love. She and I wrote a dragon story titled Fort Jafra: Beware the Rae Jungle, which we updated and polished, and were working on a follow-up in the weeks before she died last year. Kidney Problems. Lost my best friend. I'm trying to fill the void with the fantasy she loved.
She and I published Unfinished Faces, a book of my poetry and her art. I also have written a few cookbooks. My characters like to eat.
These days, I'm in rural Central Valley, three dogs and four kittens I found in a discarded box in the walnut grove.
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