Damien Kane was born in Warrington, England in 1973. His experiences include being in the British Army, working for the Sydney Olympic Games, financial services, telecommunication and computing, and administration. He has also edited stories and an online magazine for women. Currently, he works for the Government as well as working on novels, short stories, and other writing achievements.

Damien has always been interested in horror, and recollects his first story as an eight year old where a local newspaper ran a competition for a short story that had to include the line, 'and all that could be heard was the sound of gently lapping water'. His favourite authors include Graham Masterton, James Herbert, Michael Crichton, Hans Christien Andersen, and Guy N Smith.

His vision is to become a successful writer in Australia and overseas. New to the realm of domestic and international publishing, he has had dozens of stories published including those on the achievements page of this website.

Damien has suffered from chronic fatigue syndrome since December 2007. This debilitating condition has rendered him bedridden for 16 months. He has recently started to come into good health and works part-time, slowly increasing his productivity. During this transition, he has written little and is looking forward to complete recovery.

He moved to Australia in 1998 and married in 1999 to a Sydney girl. Living in Brisbane with his wife and three children, he enjoys a colourful past and incorporates many of his experiences in the lower socio-economic class in England into his stories. Inspired by the background of Charles Dickens, he uses this experience in his works. Although he considers such matters invisible to his readers, he also feels it is important to incorporate his past into his stories.

Damien's family are well educated and he admits to being recalcitrant to matters of a factual nature. He refers to the imagination as something that, 'maintains an inconsistent and boundless resource of impossibilities made probable, opposed to a silo of truth. Knowledge isn't power. Control is power, and when I write, I am God. There is no other power than that of God!'