​​Had he been born 200 years earlier, author Kris Kyzer would likely have amassed an army of merciless mercenaries, taken over a small country, and established his own glorious nation. There, he would have dispensed all manner of pleasures to his subjects—and all sorts of plan-foilery to the enemies of his realm. But we live in different times, so instead of all that jazz, he writes books filled with grasping puppet masters, debased politicians, predatory moneymen, unhinged kingpins, and unscrupulous cops—all chasing grand schemes and warped dreams in the slime and grime of the Athenian Union. Plus humor. You gotta have humor.

Today, Kris spends his days in the Great White North, where he enjoys swimming without sharks and feeding his delusions of grandeur.
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​​Hail Kyzer!