Jack Bloodfist fixes things. That's what his card says, anyway... When the orcs and goblins of Summervale, Virginia need something done they call Jack. He's the guy who convinces the local PD to igre any tribal violence. The one who makes sure the goblins aren't evicted whenever they do something decidedly goblin. He also does the little things that one else is willing to do. Like handing keys over whenever a prodigal son returns, or identifying the body of said prodigal. Then there's the occasional murderous paladin and his vengeful god to deal with. All in a day's work.
James is a South African born writer with an American accent, because children are cruel and laughed at the way he said orange. He was the last kid in his class to learn to read, so once that was remedied he quickly made up for lost time and read everything he could get his hands on. He now reads way better than all of them, except that one person who will always be smarter than him. They know who they are. Eventually someone said, Hey, James, read this fantasy novel. He did, and still hasn't managed to crawl out of that rabbit hole, though he has found others to fall into. The first story he ever wrote was horrible but everyone pretended it was great, so now he can't feel good about himself unless someone is praising his work. He lives in Utah with a dog and a growing collection of porch cats that he wishes would just go away.