Michail was born in the distant days of ’78 in Thessaloniki, Greece. As a child, books and writing didn’t capture his interest—sketching did, occasionally. Before his mother could ask about homework, he was already out the door, basketball in hand or pedaling away on his bicycle.
Teenage years came, but the reading bug still didn’t bite. Instead, he became a gamer. After graduating from an Automation Technical Institute, he finally started reading—unfortunately, just instruction manuals. He worked, worked, and worked some more. And when he wasn’t working, he was reading or writing… manuals.
At some point, between his many incoherent philosophical posts on social media, his sister nudged him in the right direction. "Write something with actual structure," she said. And so, he did. That was the spark. Soon, a short story of his found its way into an anniversary collection celebrating 200 years of Greece’s independence.
Drawn to the depths of Greek mythology, he now lives under the grand illusion that he writes epic fantasy. His readers, however, should tread carefully.