Growing up, Andrew Knighton's goal was to go on fantastical adventures in impossible worlds. When that didn't work out, he started imagining the adventures instead, and a writer was born. He writes his own books, other people books (as a freelancer ghostwriter), and is what they call a comic scribe. He lives in Yorkshire with an academic and a savage black cat, growing vegetables and striving for a brighter future, while still hoping that a magical portal will open between the broad beans. Did he mention the part about a huge heap of unread books? There's that too.
