Brent Weeks was born and raised in Montana. After getting his paper keys from Hillsdale College, Brent had brief stints walking the earth like Caine from Kung Fu, tending bar, and corrupting the youth. (Not at the same time.) He started writing on bar napkins, then on lesson plans, then full time. Eventually, someone paid him for it. Brent lives in Oregon with his wife, Kristi. He doesn’t own cats or wear a ponytail.
You can contact Brent at firstname.lastname@example.org. Brent is pretty bad–okay, he’s flat out awful at replying to emails, probably because he spends 45 minutes on each one, and after answering three or four of the 700 in his inbox, he plugs his ears and bangs his head on the table and starts going na-na-na-na and visualizing a hamster on a jet-powered hamster wheel. But he does read all of his emails (the good ones, he’ll read two or three times, the little narcissist), and really enjoys hearing from you and does reply sometimes, so yes, Lloyd, I’m saying you have a chance. (Brent is also active on his forum, so especially if you think someone else might have had the same question, you can head on over there.)