The Legend of Bruce Hard was my first love--and still is, in many ways--the first time in my life I was free from the constraints of school or work and I could focus 100% of my creative energy on telling a story, creating a world, writing a book.
The Son of the Great Dragon of the Kingdom of Varlen was born on a cloudy day during a rainstorm with scales of black like his father, eyes of red like his father, dagger sharp claws like his father, and muscular, black wings, like his father.
[Note from Jordan, 09/2008: I wrote this story on my little adventure to Avignon (when I met the Muslim guy who took me in before I slept on the street). It’s