Richard Steele was born premature in Vietnam circa 1966 after his mother, a long forgotten United States test pilot, was shot down during the war. Little infant Richard fought his way through kilometers of Vietcong tunnels, dragging his unconscious mother by the umbilical cord to a nearby US army base. There, he dove back into his womb of solitude and re-birthed himself some two decades later. Legend has it that Richard spent five years in Antarctica staring intently at a blank book, writing the pages using only his mind and single handedly causing Global Warming. Some myths say he wrote himself into existence at the beginning of time and we are all but a spawn of his majestic imagination and perverted fantasies. Others will tell you he’s a certified idiot who once mistook his own hand for a blind date, resulting in a four year failed marriage…and two kids. His previous works have been banned in several countries on Mental Health grounds citing, “Richard Steele’s words will lower your IQ faster than sniffing paint”. Living in exile on a remote island in international waters surrounding Australia, Richard now relegates himself to writing children’s novels for Catholic priests in prison, a niche genre he has found is increasing in popularity.