I tend to be a fullhearty believer in the proverb, "Let another's lips praise you and not your own," a serious handicap in this business. My editor for Light at the Edge of Darkness wrote the following to introduce my short story, "Frozen Generation" :

Andrea Graham is an award-winning author and poet who writes for Christ. She maintains both a Christian Advice blog, Ask Andrea and a website with a complete archive of her great short stories and poetry: All for Christ. Andrea has penned a trilogy beginning with the novel Heaven’s Mark which will be released in late 2007. Mrs. Graham grew up in Columbus, Ohio, where her family has firm roots going back at least four generations; she attended the prestigious Ashland University and studied creative writing and religion. Andrea holds membership in several writers’ groups including, The Lost Genre Guild. Mrs. Graham lives with her husband Adam and cat Joybell in Boise, Idaho.

Frozen Generation and the following story, Chosen of God are set during the time of the Empire: The world government, after forming ten super-states, turned the reigns of international government over to a demon-possessed madman who many Christians suspect to be the anti-Christ. The setting begs the question, if the humanity of unborn children, and subsequently their rights, are wholly dependant upon the mother’s choice, and we had the technology to bring them to term artificially, why wouldn’t society treat these ‘non-persons’ as property, use them for spare parts, or any other evil man can dream of?

Actually, to be technical, Adam and I co-wrote the trilogy, along with Chosen of God. For that matter "award-winning" reffers primarily to an award Denison Univerisity issues to high school Juniors in Ohio who show promise in Creative Writing and the language arts, though it could include that, the following year, I recieved my alma mater's top academic award, in the category of language arts.

But who's boasting? Considering at thirteen years old, I penned my first "novel" (at seventy-odd pages long hand, it was a novelette at best), maybe one reason we write is because we're too old to play with dolls. Without the Lord, I'd still be, over a decade down the road from that first effort, nothing but a daydreamer. So I'll dedicate this labor to the Lord, giving my all for Christ, may He have the glory and not I.