Howie Moose is a Canadian ungulate, first-time novelist, longtime reader, and recent involuntary student of romantasy.
He holds no MFA, possesses no meaningful qualifications in comparative literature, and has never knowingly finished a Stefan Zweig novel.
When not writing or chewing shrubs, Howie enjoys forests, cold weather, marginally defensible metaphors, and standing beside roads while motorists attempt to determine whether he is about to cross.