Born to parents of infinite patience and unstinting support in Wingham, Ontario. Nick began reading The Lord of The Rings shortly thereafter. In his youth he was determined to be a cartoonist, then went to college for theatre, before finally deciding to pursue the infinitely more attainable profession of ‘epic fantasy novelist’.
While chasing this dream he read voraciously, traveled broadly (or abroad, anyway), and worked occasionally, sometimes in bookstores, more often in restaurants. After ten tireless years he finished writing a monstrous book full of adventure, love, betrayal, and endless paragraphs of needless exposition. He spent another year editing it, then another splitting it into halves and editing those. At last he abandoned it altogether and began writing Kings of the Wyld, which found itself the benefactor of the myriad mistakes made by its older, ungainly brother.
Nicholas loves black coffee, neat whiskey, the month of October, and video games. He currently lives north of Toronto, Canada, and is very probably writing at this very moment.