Adam J. Shardlow is an author. He spends his day sitting in front of a computer making stuff up until his head hurts and he can longer see straight. Many say he writes works of fantasy, others say its science fiction, some shake their heads in irritation and give a long drawn out sigh before claiming the genre is in truth supernatural thriller, whilst one clearly mad individual with a long white beard and rolling eyes chants from a street corner that it is speculative fiction. Whatever it is, it’s his own style, and on these pages you can find some of his works. Others you will have to find in a bookshop. There is also a blog where he can bore you with all the mundanity and minutia of his life.
Adam was born in Nottingham in the mid 1970s. For the first fourteen years of his life he thought he was Robin Hood reincarnated and spent much of his time playing in the woods behind his house and creating a rich and varied fantasy life for himself. Finding little profit in being an outlaw he went to university and started to write agonisingly self indulgent works for the stage, only one of which was ever produced. Married to Madame Vin they left the UK and lived in Italy and then New Zealand before settling in Edinburgh because he liked the beer and could understand the accent and she could get a good bottle of Syrah. He now writes and his first novel ‘The Missing’ is available from all ‘good’ bookshops (and probably many ‘bad’).