Dale E. Basye is a writer, author, bon vivant (a fancy French word that means “someone who misuses fancy French words”) and convicted stalker of celery. He has written many, many words during his life sentence, yet seldom are these words arranged in the order proper. He has published countless books, stories, articles, reviews and advertising campaigns for a variety of companies, organizations, and deposed dictatorships.
Here’s what Dale has to say about this, the eighth book in his infamous Circles of Heck series: “There’s an awkward phase in everyone’s life where sudden, incomprehensible rage and anger can blind one to the stunning beauty that life so generously provides. This phase generally occurs from the moment we’re born up to our dying breath. And, appar- ently, beyond, if you happen to be both ticked off and passed on... When the vile and violent bring all of their peevish pet peeves down with them to the dangerous and ‘anger-ous’ depths of the under- world, they tend to breed a litter on snarling new ones. Some of these creepy, crawly critters are ice cold: cruel and calculating. Others are piping hot: seething with impulsive, sudden wrath. And—meteoro- logically speaking—when you have a cold front merging with a warm front, you’ve got hurricane-force trouble with a capital‘T’. Heck is like that. And no matter what anyone tells you, Heck is real. is story is real. Or as real as anything like this can be.”
Dale E. Basye lives in Portland, Oregon with his precious pug Mango and loyal Chihuahua Tula...oh yeah, and his wife and son. When he isn’t writing books, which is the great majority of the time—time spent either not writing or putting off writing or planning on putting off writing—Dale enjoys riding his bicycle (or anyone’s bicycle, actually), eating tiramisu, and converting oxygen to carbon dioxide.