In Cooper’s world, one trust fund buys him one sidekick, two love interest, one archenemy, and a dog—aka, Epic Entourage’s Standard Bundle. So he’s kind of a hero now, definitely a protagonist, and almost certainly worthy of striking out on his own into Story Space. The only problem?
A really awesome one who wins intergalactic wars and takes names and has a zero-tolerance policy when it comes to upstart protagonists inching in on her territory. Any sane story would be about her. This is a sane story, so it is about her. It’s about Captain Amelia Saber, Scion of Andromeda and Scythe of Stars. Not Cooper. Never in a million years about Cooper.
When the universe glitches, it glitches hard. Amelia lands in sick bay, out of commission possibly forever, leaving the universe without a hero. With the spot up for grabs, Cooper and his paid-for entourage of (maybe) eternally loyal friends take off to make this story their own.
When I was eight, I desperately wished the Millennium Falcon would pick me up from my school and take me to Middle-earth—in time for me to pledge Frodo my lightsaber at the Council of Elrond. (Éowyn’s no man, and neither am I, Nazgûl scum.)
Not much has changed.
What else? I love books and words and readers and writers—which means I love YOU (in a cool, platonic way). Science fiction is my first love, and I have an unbelievable weakness for military space operas, time travel, and metafiction. I work in publishing, and I play in the wild. Ain’t no mountain high enough to keep me from adventure.