Poor, poor Jonas

Jonas grew up on Bovis, a backwoods planet that shunned technology and modern medicine. He milked cows, shucked corn, and maybe killed a girl when he was fifteen years old—I said maybe. The evidence was inclusive. But the town elders still saw fit to exile him. And as a leaving present, God gave him polo—well, that’s what the Reverend told him before giving him the boot.

Fast-forward fifteen years. Jonas works as a specialist investigator for the Galactic Administration. He’s good at his job, but can come off as a bit prickly. The Galactic Administration received a formal Request For Assistance from Bovis that read: there’s something wrong with our children. They sleepwalk and dig in the night. So, they send Jonas home to investigate.

Poor, poor Jonas. That’s one pickle of a situation. ...but nothing compared to the mystery he’s about to fall into.

From the author

Hi everyone, my name is Christopher Henckel (aka Hinkle). I have fun with my stories, but I also take my writing seriously. I have one self-published novella (So You Wanna Be A Desperado Demon Slayer), one short story published in an anthology (Cowboy For A Day), one Honorable Mention from the Writers of the Future Contest (Temporal Keep), three forthcoming novels (Bootlegger, City in the Sky, and Sleepwalkers), and an unstoppable determination to become the best author the world has even known (enter maniacal laugh).

So what makes me/my stories different, you ask? And I say ‘Climax’. When I write the climactic moments (specifically in longer novels), I consider how best to give readers the biggest emotions sucker punch. If I haven’t reduced readers to squabbling tears, then I’ve not done my job.

…And in my day job I’m a Senior Procurement Advisor working for the New Zealand Government. I’m not allowed to make my colleagues cry, because it gives HR anxiety.