Allow me to introduce myself in the style of an ancient Nordic mead hall Anthem:
“I am Broc. Son of the forgotten. He who lost 265 pounds on a bet. Climber of a 100 trees in a day and destroyer of farmsteads. Facer of naked crime lords and brusher of bellies with bull sharks. Endless world wanderer and wind chaser. Hear my pen scribble! My keys clack!”
I am a writer constantly on the move from country to country. Short stories, fantasy novels, countless blogs, articles—and daresay even a poem or two. Stories are the biggest passion of my life. Their melody can be heard everywhere—from the grand, ballroom scenes we remember, to the quiet moments on forgotten pages. You’ll find me there, holding each one dear, somewhere in the spaces between.
-Broc
Broc Sewell 