Author

Chris Whyatt

In swinging sixties London, Chris Whyatt was born into abject gravity. During his teens, he was visited by Lucy Fyre, a much-maligned lady with a reputation that was mostly undeserved. ​​​With the help of his translator, Trisa Whytch, she instilled in him a devilish sense of humour, which, like most things, people either hated, loved, ridiculed, or just plain misunderstood. In later life, he apologised to those he'd upset. Unfortunately, his Dad didn't hear the apology, as he was resting in peace. Now, here's the even more boring bit. He mainly writes humorous fantasy. This is by no means a promise, though, and the right is reserved to pen whatever comes into his strange little mind with no prior warning. You have been not warned.