Christopher Capri sprang fully-formed from his own imagination, and a life which burned down around him.  Chris spent more time than most with books, where he discovered that calling them characters instead of voices made padded rooms less mandatory.  Chris’ work tends towards tragedy and horror, despite his peaceful, sheltered life.  When not writing, Chris can be found practicing fiber arts and trying to keep his long-haired white feline out of the dye vats, and is more likely found at a fiber festival than a book signing.