Atticus Krum, author of The Taming, had no idea of his special gift until he turned 13. That’s when he began to realize that he could do something that few others in this world could do. Now to most, the ability to sense the presence of a great tale residing within another would be highly treasured. But to Atticus, this rather unique gift—known as fabulating—simply stood in the way of his future. Since the day he was born, taking up his father’s clerical mantle was the only thing that young Atticus thought about.
But the boy would eventually remember the many tales his parents had shared with him—tales of the Legendarium—and realize that sharing them and the others he would discover would become his special calling. He had heard of the ancient fabulators—those who had given their lives to gathering, chronicling, and securing these special stories. Now, it was his turn. And like the fabulators before him, his life was sure to become that of a story-finder.
Of course, the tales of the Legendarium are in no way his stories, and yet in every way they are his stories to tell. They are the accounts of the fantastic, tales of the unexplained, and words of the curiously delightful. They are the stories of the vitae essentia (essence of life) and they tell of an amazingly wonderful Magic.
Some call them myths; others call them fantasies or fairy tales, even. But to those who can see the Magic behind them, they are nothing less than a source of faith, hope and love.
Atticus never intended on becoming a writer but knowing that Magic’s stories must be shared, he spends most of his time putting pen to paper in order that others might read and experience the joy that he knows.
When not writing, Atticus enjoys reading a good book, studying something from his vast map collection, or playing one of his many unique instruments such as the fluba, the trongos, or the clackamore.
Today, Atticus resides on a small farm with Albi, his albino ferret. He is visited occasionally by his good friend Fr. Tuck (not the one of Knottingham lore, of course) and travels only when absolutely necessary.
Atticus does not care to be photographed and almost never smiles. What’s more, he dresses exclusively in black. Of course, he says that the latter is for simplicity sake, but those who know him are certain that he is just color blind.