Born in the Pacific Northwest in 1973, Kameron M. Franklin has been back and forth across the United States several times over the course of moves and vacations. During one of those trips, his father bought him his first comic book: a Superman and Plastic-man team-up. It was Kameron’s first step into the world of the fantastic, and he hasn’t looked back since. Kameron began writing stories at an early age, sharing them with his class during Show & Tell. His first exposure to fantasy fiction was C.S. Lewis' Chronicles of Narnia. Other early influences include Lloyd Alexander, David Eddings, Terry Brooks and J.R.R. Tolkien. It wasn't until his senior year in high school that Kameron took his first serious steps as a writer. He took a creative writing class and entered a short story in a statewide competition. His story didn't win, but that didn't stop him from dreaming about a career as a writer. Kameron currently lives in the Pacific Northwest with his family, pursuing that dream.

Don lives with his partner in Toronto, surrounded by gadgets, spice jars, and too many books. No, I don’t normally refer to myself in the third person. That’s the official author bio from the back of my most recent books. You want some other trivia? I’m a fan of the serial comma. I’m a huge fan of breakfast cereal. I own one (and only one) stuffed animal—a Highland cow from Edinburgh named “Ewan MooGregor.” I love Edinburgh and London—other large cities visited in the UK include Bath and Plymouth. I’ve also been to Cheddar where I ate a really good cheese sandwich. I like cheese, especially hard and blue cheeses (Mmmm. Stilton.). I look terrible in hats with the exception (for unknown reasons) of a few ball caps of particular colour and design. I look good in rugby shirts, but don’t really own any as I neither play rugby nor follow the sport enough to feel honest buying the shirt of any particular team. I don’t play or follow soccer either, but that didn’t stop me from choosing a “shirt team” in the last World Cup, wearing their shirt, and cheering for them in pubs. Go Netherlands! To quote Paul S. Kemp, “Mmm. Beer.” I have seriously considered buying a kilt. Update March 2008: The kilt has been bought! Kilt, cow, and fondness for Edinburgh aside, I’m not Scottish. More to come, I’m sure!