BROOKS WEAVER

I write adult upmarket fantasy where grief, machinery, and myth collide. Ordinary families, buried inheritances, and what is running underneath them.

The Guilt of the Good grew out of a question I'd carried a long time: what a father owes the son he's trying to protect, and what the protecting costs them both. This story started on a trip to the Adirondacks in the late summer of 1995, when the mornings had already turned cold. I created its world with a mapmaker's eye, built on a career in geospatial analysis and a habit of reading the systems underneath a landscape.

I draw as well, which is how I catch ideas before I know what they are.