Brody writes the kind of stories that make you swear off solo camping trips. A lifelong Pennsylvanian with a part-time habit of running into burning buildings (volunteer firefighter—because why not add real-world panic to the research), he funnels that adrenaline into cryptid-packed novels like Growls in the Dark and Whispers of the Lost.
When Brody isn’t deciding which body part his monsters should gnaw first, he’s naming weapons (Bob’s shotgun Betty Boom Boom is practically family), binge-reading park service incident reports “for inspiration,” and insisting that Bigfoot deserves a robust privacy policy. His writing schedule begins at 2 a.m., which he swears is when the forest noises outside his office get chatty enough to brainstorm endings.
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