Aaron Frale – författare

Certain death? Conspiracy that goes to the top? Robbery gone wrong? All in a day's work…F hired me to do a straightforward job, but there was a slight snag in the operation when what I stole was stolen from me. Three goons showed up at my door to not so politely tell me that I have 24 hours to deliver F's goods or my body will never be recovered.The real tragedy is that I haven't had my morning coffee...Those punks better watch their back. Nothing comes between me and my coffee.

A young, idealistic financial crimes investigator finds a body in a ditch.Reese investigates corporate fraud and discovers some joker has been giving away free couches to the needy, because when a person can no longer afford the subscription service fees, all their furniture disappears.The bearer of sofas ends up in a ditch when blunt force trauma snuffs out the poor's best chance of not living in an empty room their whole life.Reese rolls up his sleeves. Time to get to work... until a drone strike almost wipes him out.Maybe he's onto something bigger than he thought?

The sidekick. The reluctant leader. The apocalypse nobody put in the calendar.Toby is the stage hand of his friend group and he knows it. While everyone else is off mastering magic and training with swords, he's in the basement making coffee and rolling dice. Then an ancient prophecy drops into his lap. Something about a faceless hero, a Golden Assault Rifle, and a destiny that wasn't written for the guy who runs snack logistics. The dungeon of mayhem and death is about to find out what happens when the placeholder character stops accepting the role.Petra has bigger problems. She's aged fifteen years inside a magical painting, her soul is duct-taped to a dead halfling, and she's currently shepherding a squad of teenagers through a swamp where the local wildlife explodes on contact. She didn't sign up to save the world. She didn't ask for a crown. But destiny has a way of ignoring your out-of-office reply and the Elder Ones aren't going to postpone the apocalypse just because she's exhausted, underpaid, and out of clean socks.The stakes are cosmic. The snacks are orange-flavored. One sidekick will find his voice. One exhausted mother will find her crown. And Portland will never, ever be the same.