The Mortal God - Skarda, Ef

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Résumé :
You are not a hero. You are a soldier. What you do…it's not noble. It's your duty. These were the words that Commander Kyle Griffin lived by. For 25 years, he played the part. He was a good soldier. He was the ultimate soldier. A mutant, born of royal blood, gifted with the cosmic power of the Celestial Spark, he was everything the Dominion Army had hoped for. He brought them countless victories, leading legions of their ferocious army against the meager rebellion known as the Splinter. He and his team of elite Infinity Force operatives had the war all but won. Until he finally met an adversary that he couldn't defeat: the truth. Stripped of his rank and title and cast out of the only life he's ever known, he'll travel across the galaxy to find new allies to support his obsession with winning the war…and provide him with a singular opportunity for the revenge that his rage demands. Will he be strong enough to win the fight of his life? He'll soon find out.

Biographie:
I am not a writer by trade. I actually eschewed the creative thing in college for some hard science. I graduated from college with a major in biology and a minor in kinesiology with an eye on going to medical school. When I got talked out of that (by an orthopedic surgeon, of all people), I settled on going to physical therapy school. That's where I met my wife, Taya, which made the whole decision worth it. I've been a physical therapist for almost 13 years at the time of writing this, and I've gotten a lot of distinctions in the profession. I'm a registered Orthopedic Clinical Specialist, a certified manual therapist twice over, and a Fellow of the American Academy of Orthopedic Manual Therapy. I also teach hands-on courses to other therapists, most of whom are older and more experienced than I am. I am a national examiner for manual therapy certifications, and am a Certified Fellowship Instructor through a post-graduate institute. My business card looks really good. So why turn to writing? Because it's always been the dream. And I'm at the point in my life where dreams mean more than credentials. If you've ever felt strung out at your job, you know what I'm talking about. I've got an almost-eight-year old son, Ryder, who is the center of my entire world. He's slowly following his dad into the underground cult that is hockey, which is oh-so-much fun for me. He's smart and strong, and his laugh is enough to turn even a vile villian's heart into slow oozing butter. He hasn't quite developed the compulsive love for the Broncos that I have, but I'm confident that he'll get there. Wink, wink. So that's it. That's me. If you've ever felt like you're missing your passion in life, whether that's for writing or anything else, post a comment. I'm always happy to talk about it. Cheers!