Andrew Finkbeiner

CritHappens (aka Andrew Finkbeiner) was forged in the fires of Little Rock, Arkansas, sometime after second breakfast but before Taco Tuesday. Trained in the forbidden arts of procrastination, coffee alchemy, and dice-rolling, he has wandered many realms in search of a plot outline his characters will actually obey. He has not found one.

Legend says Andrew once wrestled a mimic disguised as a recliner, argued union dues with three kobolds, and survived a Zumba class taught by his wife — though his saving throw against embarrassment barely succeeded. When not chronicling the absurdities of kobolds, orcs, and elderly adventurers storming the universe, he can be found plotting world domination through cheese dip and questionable puns.

His life’s quest is simple: write stories epic enough to sell a million copies, funny enough to make a dragon snort ale, and weird enough that librarians whisper, “we’re not sure where to shelve this.”