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In the early 1800s, Nicholas Santa discovered an ancient race of elven.
Short, fat and hairy, they have lived peacefully on the North Pole since the Ice Age but Nicholas is quickly swept into the colony's first and only fracture. The elven known as the Cold One has divided his people. His name is Jack. And Jack's tired of hiding. Why should they live in a shrinking ice cap when humans occupy the rest of the world?
It's just not fair.
There's no stopping Jack from world domination until Nicholas Santa, the only human to enter the elven colony, joins helium-bladder reindeer, artificially-intelligent snowmen, and a merry band of big-footed elven to bring peace back to the North Pole.
And becomes a legend.
REVIEWS FOR THE CLAUS UNIVERSE
- "Amazing rewrites that will astound you!" –Ruth Jackson, Reviewer
- "Best Santa Story Ever!" – Bob, Reviewer
- "Simply lovely." –jl, Amazon Reviewer
- "MY HEART GREW THREE SIZES…" – Reviewer
- "Couldn't Put It Down." – Reviewer
- "Fantasy at it's [sic] finest." –Carol, Reviewer
- "Absolutely phenomenal!" –JayFly, Reviewer
- "A++" –TKJ 131, Reviewer
- "Absolutely Awesome." –Dee greusel, Reviewer
- "I absolutely love this series…" –Kara McCabe, Reviewer
- "Tony is an excellent story teller!" jjjlake, Reviewer
- "I want MORE!" –J. Bunch, Reviewer
- "Awesomely engaging!" –Janice Everett, Reviewer
About the Author
I grew up in the Midwest where the land is flat and the corn is tall. The winters are bleak and cold. I hated winters.
I always wanted to write. But writing was hard. And I wasn’t very disciplined. The cold had nothing to do with that, but it didn’t help. That changed in grad school.
After several attempts at a proposal, my major advisor was losing money on red ink and advised me to figure it out. Somehow, I did.
After grad school, my wife and my two very little children moved to the South in Charleston, South Carolina where the winters are spring and the summers are a sauna (cliche but dead accurate). That’s when I started teaching and writing articles for trade magazines. I eventually published two textbooks on landscape design. I then transitioned to writing a column for the Post and Courier. They were all great gigs, but they weren’t fiction.
That was a few years later.
My daughter started reading before she could read, pretending she knew the words in books she propped on her lap. My son was a different story. In an attempt to change that, I began writing a story with him. We made up a character, gave him a name, and something to do. As with much of parenting, it did not go as planned. But the character got stuck in my head.
He wanted out.
A few years later, Socket Greeny was born. It was a science fiction trilogy that was gritty and thoughtful. That was 2005.
I have been practicing Zen since I was 23 years old. A daily meditator, I wanted to instill something meaningful in my stories that appeals to a young adult crowd as well as adult. I hadn’t planned to write fiction, didn’t even know if I had anymore stories in me after Socket Greeny.
Turns out I did.