Tet over at Number the Stars has put together a great little review of Guerrilla Internet. Zoom on over here and give it a read!
Tuesday, 19 August 2014
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Matt Sayer
- By day, he is a voracious code-monkey, building websites, writing programs, diving into databases, and bending the oft-times mischievous world of computers to his will.
By night, he embarks for worlds uncharted, discovering magic and mayhem in fiction and fantasy, and recording his wonderful journeys in heart-spoken prose.
Matt resides in Melbourne, Australia, and is striving to one day soon entertain his passion for writing full-time, bringing to life the myriad unique universes swirling inside his head.Check out my Amazon page here
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