Chris A. Masters is on the wrong side of fifty, grumpy, fat and bald. He lives in Melbourne, Australia, where shares a dingy little apartment with an eccentric cat named Venus, too many books to fit on the shelves of his bookcases, a large collection of music and DVDs, more books, various oddities, a statue of Cthulhu, and other things best not mentioned. Interests include, arguing, books & reading, conspiracies, the unexplained, the colour black, 70s and 80s heavy rock, playing drums and guitar, complaining about things, watching stuff explode, online gaming, plus a lot more he can't be bothered writing down. Over the years, Chris has been a heavy metal drummer, night shift taxi driver, coffin builder, professional wrestling manager, office worker, used bookseller, layabout, factory worker, call girl minder (don't ask!), roadie, wannabe mogul, editor . is that enough? In the 1990s he published and edited several horror magazines including Bloodsongs, Misanthrope, EOD and Shoggoth. In 1992 he formed The Australian Horror Society for which he served as President until 1995. He has had many articles, reviews and short stories published in the small press over the years.

Okay enough for now! Who reads these things anyway?.