Non Disclosure

Ro and I got up on Saturday morning around 1:00 AM. We got cleaned up, packed up the car and drove to Los Angeles. We arrived around 8:00 AM and met with a friend of mine. He showed us around and I immediately began smiling. I don’t think I stopped smiling all weekend long.

On the drive home, I was still smiling. It was the quickest drive I ever made from Los Angeles to Phoenix. We listened to the audio book version of Neil Gaiman’s Fragile Things. The first story, a Sherlock Holmes meets H.P. Lovecraft tale, made me laugh out loud. We left around 4:00 PM and arrived at 11:00 PM.

I had such a wonderful time this weekend. To all the people I met, I owe you so much more than I can say. I cannot wait to tell the world what amazing people you are. 

Thank you, all.


As some Constant Readers of mine may have noticed, certain characters show up in many of my works. Sometimes, they are completely different iterations and sometimes, just the cosmetics change.

Jefferson Carter showed up twice: once in my old Champions game and then again in my novel, No Loyal Knight

The Grinning Man has made numerous appearances.

I’ve often said that Shara Yvarai from Houses of the Blooded is "Kachiko in training."

William Walker, an old character of mine from a novel I wrote in my late teens, showed up in a Masquerade larp and in Thirty. He also showed up when I was asked to write the history of SAVE for third edition Chill.

And then there’s Lord Strange. More on him another day.

But there’s one character I haven’t had an opportunity to share with the world just yet. He’s a mean motherfucker. Just mean. A cold-blooded professional who will do anything to keep himself outside the long reach of the law. I have to admit, Richard Stark’s Parker had a lot to do with him. I even stole some of Parker’s name. I just jumbled up the letters and called him "Roake."

Like I said, I haven’t had the opportunity to introduce the world to Roake. But tonight, Roake introduced himself to me.

And he scares the shit out of me.