His friends called him Jay, because he worked up with the birds. Jay rode skyscraper skeletons, where New York was flickering itself sullenly into being. A taste of steel lived in Jay’s mouth, scars on his arms, and no room anywhere. His world was girders, lines, oil.“Frosty,” they called him. He didn’t understand what love felt…
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Tyler Lacoma
Tyler Lacoma is a writer and editor from beautiful Bend, Oregon. With a Lit degree from George Fox University and a love for all kinds of fiction, Tyler can’t stop writing. In addition to waiting on that future book deal, Tyler works on online journals, whitepapers, and tech sites, generally making the Internet a more interesting place. If you enjoy his work, let him know!
Tyler Champion
Tyler Champion is an illustrator and Designer working in Nashville, TN. He graduated from the Joe Kubert School of Cartoon and Graphic art in 2010. He has worked on an array of projects including Gig posters, concept art for video games, comics, shirt designs, and advertisements.
