Matthew Robert Howe Writes Books For Children

(Because no one has stopped him.)

(Yet.)

Educated in all matters fine and delicate; a glorified bum, incorrigible daydreamer, and no-good layabout with a penchant for the literary, taste for the theatrical, and an unabashed fondness for the morbid, strange and obscure.

When he’s not writing you’ll often find him rocking in his chair like an old man, lifting weights (and nursing recurring soft tissue injuries), watching horror movies, and practicing light witchcraft in the forests surrounding his home.

He lives in New England, where he considers Autumn the finest season, Halloween the best holiday, and pumpkin the only kind of pie.

We would include his photo but we’d hate to disappoint you. Not so soon after we’ve just met, anyway.

Instead: