Sometimes Karl's writing spends time in the sunlit patches of literary fiction, where it likes to picnic beneath an old oak tree, accompanied by a bottle of wine, some cake, and a good book. At other times his words slope off into the dark shadows of horror fiction, and if you follow them you might hear chains rattling behind locked doors and the paranoid screams of the lost echoing in the distance. There is no obligation to enjoy both of those avenues. His aim is to tell a good story, regardless of genre.
Karl loves exercise, computer games, the natural environment, animals, social justice and zombies.