Cursed with insatiable curiosity, TH Sterling loves to explore the tantalizing question:  “What if?” 

The answers often lead to dark dystopian worlds, with occasional detours into fantasy and horror.

Raised in the frigid North, where even the Abominable Snowman needed thermal underwear, Sterling eventually fled to a sun-scorched land where lizards tap dance on the pavement. While busy unraveling the fabric of reality, Sterling’s cats stage frequent protests by lounging across the keyboard, ensuring that even the bleakest tales get a touch of feline oversight.