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Nic Roads

Destroying worlds. It's not what my mother wanted me to do, but here I am.
Nic-Roads-Headshot.jpg

Nic Roads

Destroying worlds. It's not what my mother wanted me to do, but here I am.

Over the course of my life, I’ve held the titles of communications officer, university residence director, flight attendant, film student, barista, security guard, sandwich artist, babysitter, newspaper delivery boy, cub scout and child allowance-receiver.

I enjoy uber-nerdy conversations, lemon-flavored desserts and pretending like I can play the ukulele. I’m also irrationally afraid of bees and wasps, much to the delight of my family.

When I’m not reading or writing, I can usually be found scanning Craigslist for some obsure and probably risky ‘great deal’, obsessively preparing for the next global apocalypse, ignoring the ingredients and measurements of online recipies (often leading to culinary catastrophes), playing Dungeons & Dragons, or publicly embarrassing my kids with my poorly-mastered accents and impersonations.

I have a long-standing love affair with world-destroying stories, especially those with a funny twist. Zombies, aliens, nuclear holocausts, EMPs, super-volcanoes, pandemics, murderous sentient spatulas and killer squirrels… you name it. The more irreverent the better!