David A. Lyons

I was born in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania 1976 and raised in the Masonic Children’s Home. A big shout out to the blessings I received from their care—without their support, I wouldn’t have had a shot at any of this. In particular, my tutor Patricia Lea saw something in my writing early on. She believed in my talent before I did, even if it took me years to realize what she was trying to show me. Sometimes you need other people’s faith to get you started, even if you don’t see it at the time. Before I ever put words on a page, I spent years fighting my way through the world—literally and figuratively. Kickboxing was my first obsession; the military was my first brush with structure. After that, life was nomadic. I moved, wandered, drifted, and created wherever I landed. Art has always been the undercurrent—at first through painting, then writing. For the longest time, everything I made was raw emotion on canvas, or private writing nobody else could see. I was never comfortable giving people access to that vulnerability. Letting anyone in felt wrong, or at least unfinished. That changed. Now, after years of working and failing and working again, I finally put these worlds—imagined and otherwise—on paper. This is creativity stripped of self-pity and melodrama, but not of risk. The Synced Trilogy isn’t just another story; it’s my way of connecting with readers who want more than comfort or a pat ending. If you’re looking for the usual sci-fi arc, you’re in the wrong place. If you want something raw, recursive, and a little bit unhinged, then welcome in. For me, passion isn’t an emotion. It’s the engine that kept me moving long after the novelty of struggle wore off. I’m finally at a place where I can share something that isn’t just about my past, or even about me—it’s about making you question everything you thought a book was supposed to do. Thanks for reading, thinking, or even arguing with the work. The recursion isn’t finished without you. —David Lyons