Craig Allan Teich

Husband, father, writer, human. I invented the donut. I make stuff up. My imagination scares the crap out of me sometimes. I choose to write fiction because it's more honest than most things in this world. Politicians lie. Companies lie. Governments lie. Organized religions lie. We lie to each other. We lie to ourselves. Art tells the truth. I'm searching for some truth.

I think we know very little about the true nature of our reality, about the world we live in, about where our species came from, about the true history of our planet. I think major epics in history are completely lost from us. Our historians, our so-called academics, are, as a group, clueless, either with their heads in the sand or unwilling to push against established dogma, no matter how much the evidence makes these old theories laughable at this point. The Dark Ages are right now. As a society, we are about one inch beyond the world being flat.

If you want to glimpse a small shred of the true nature of who and what we are, you must look to the fringe. You must embrace the conspiracy theories. You must question everything. You must turn off your idiot box, unplug from your devices, and you must awaken from the programming and mass coma that the shadow rulers force us into.

My novels explore these ideas. They attempt to do in the guise of fiction what could not be done in non-fiction or academia. They are but stories. They are fantasy. They are the frivolous imaginings of a creative. Except when they aren't. 

Enjoy. 
Think.
Wake up!

With love,

Craig Allan Teich

And some historical facts to bore you...

I am the only son of Harold A. Teich and Harriet Jean Teich.

I grew up in St. Louis, Missouri. Go Redbirds! I graduated from Clayton High School in 1984 without a clue about anything. I visited New Orleans where I imbibed many cool beverages and learned little. I went on a long bike ride, then stumbled home to Washington University where I graduated in 1993. And then...