Gene O’Neill is a writer who knows a thing or two about life. He was a US Marine, a boxer, and played college basketball. He’s held a variety of day jobs, and only began seriously pursuing writing in his forties.
Against the black velvet backdrop of a moonless night, the L’Rikes meteor shower burst into view, looking as though a supernatural giant had suddenly flung handfuls of glittering diamonds across the sky. At the peak of the spectacular pyrotechnic display, a relatively large, luminescent emerald flared to life and plummeted directly downward into the sweetwood forest just beyond the eastern border of the Great Wall.
For those familiar with the horror and dark science fiction scene, the name Gene O’Neill should strike a note that rings of commitment to excellence and the deep, dark places people fight through in the great struggle of life.