By William J. Craddock, Rudy Rucker
William Craddock was once born in 1946, and grew up in Los Gatos, California. His kin was once well-off, along with his father an govt. As undefined, Craddock stated that he desired to be an outlaw and a broadcast writer sooner than he was once twenty-two. He accomplished those pursuits, becoming a member of the evening Rider motorbike membership and completing his masterpiece, Be no longer content material, on the age of twenty-one. Craddock attended San Jose nation university, he wrote for the Santa Cruz “Good instances” newspaper, released a moment novel, Twiliight Candelabra, and wrote 3 extra novels, nonetheless unpublished. He died in 2004
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