Dirck de Lint lives in Saskatchewan with his wife, his son, and a dwindling supply of cats. In addition to writing and dealing with demands of a low-level office job, he is a hemi-demi-professional repairer of vintage fountain pens. He spent most of 2017 battering away at Impossible Bodies, a supernatural detective novel (with no vampires or werewolves in it), which may well be done before the sun swells into a red giant. Dirck’s writing has appeared previously online in issue seven of Trigger Warning: Short Fiction with Pictures, and can be found in plenty at his own site, dirckwrites.wordpress.com.