Waqas Khan was born on what he imagines was a cold and wet November morning in the wild north of England. His entry into the world was, for the most part, unremarkable, and thus unremarked upon, passing without attention or hoo haa. Not that he holds that against anyone.

A prolific daydreamer and olympic level procrastinator, a steady diet of childhood reading inspired by his mother led to a lifelong fascination with stories.

Fast forward into adulthood, with an unremarkable career in software under his belt and racing towards middle age with all the dynamism of a soggy sock, Waqas decided that motorbikes were bourgeois, and the solution to a mid-life crises was betting his future on a career as a novelist.

That fateful decision brought several years of coffee addiction, awful drafts, slightly less-awful drafts, a midnight ritual under a blood moon to cleanse evil-book spirits, and a couple of trunk novels that will never see the light of day. All culminating in his debut fantasy; The Blackstone Chair.

Those of you who found any of this witty or entertaining might enjoy Waqas’ writing, which has a healthy dose of dark humour, liberally sprinkled with grey characters, a grim world, and a dash of Lovecraftian horror.

Finally, we move onto a few superfluous details that are included only because other writers have them in their bios, and Waqas has never been averse to a good bandwagon.

His favourite writers are George RR Martin and Stephen King.

He daydreams a lot (and sometimes repeats himself).

When not pounding away at his keyboard he enjoys the countryside, existential crises over latte, pretending he can cook better than Michelin star chefs, and being anti-social.