Kaine Andrews was born in San Diego, California, before being spirited away to Carson City, Nevada. There he has remained, with the exception of one memorable week in Bend, Oregon and one small tour in hell (AKA Chandler, Arizona.)
Raised among a family filled with NASCAR loving, mechanically minded folk who considered themselves witches, Kaine's unique upbringing and early escape from the halls of education, along with the theft of his father's typewriter, led him to the demented scribbling that he refers to as his "work."
Through the course of his life, Kaine has been involved in television production, retail work, criminal psychology, newspaper writing, radio and criminology as well as earning trade-school degrees in private investigation, computer programming, freelance writing and motorcycle repair. This eclectic background has left him with a fractured worldview and a number of unique experiences to translate into his writing.
He currently remains in Carson City, while dreaming of the Oregon coast, wrestling with his pet coyote and hoping to one day elope with Katy Perry Rebel Wilson. Sorry, Katy; your dalliances with Russel Brand and Robert Pattinson is just too much.
started out promisingly, but ultimately disappointed. the writing was clunky, which i can overlook if the story is good, and at times it did remind me of clive barker and his creepy-gory-sexually deviant aesthetic, but by the end it's like the author had run out of steam and just needed to wrap it up somehow. i like genre writing that aims to be above genre, not aiming for smack in the middle and then failing.