Mike Davis resides on the wild North Cornish Coast, where he spends his days pursuing scattered thoughts while securing untamed story ideas under large pebbles lest the wind snatches them away forever. Allegedly, one of his finest unpublished tales was devoured in its entirety by a disrespectful gull. Rumour abounds that the sequel suffered a similar fate, ending up in the belly of a basking shark. When not concocting stories, Mike can be found between waves honing his stand-up paddleboarding skills.