Who is Ben Wolf?

The Origin Story

At the age of nine, Ben Wolf slayed his first dragon.

As the dragon perished, it bequeathed a measure of its power to Ben.

It told him, “You now have the ability to lie more creatively than any other being on this planet–except for politicians. Use this power wisely.”

The dragon died with one final puff of smoke from its lungs, but Ben Wolf lived on.

For years, Ben honed his craft. At the age of twelve, he lied to his sister about having thrown darts at a poster of her favorite boy band.

At the age of sixteen, he lied to a policeman who’d pulled him over for speeding, and it got him out of a ticket.

At the age of eighteen, he lied to himself about what a good decision it was to go to Bible college and major in Pastoral Studies (that one has come back to haunt him several times).

Given the unique power he’d inherited from the dying dragon, Ben Wolf had expected his life to look very different from how it did when he turned twenty-three.

Then the dragon’s words regarding his power returned to him: “Use this power wisely.”

The truth was, Ben hadn’t been using the magnificent power wisely. He’d been using it for personal gain, and to dig himself out of bad situations (or, in the case of Bible college, to get himself into them).

So he asked himself, “What would be a wise way to use this power?”

At that very moment, a bus drove past the street in front of him. On its side was emblazoned the phrase, “You should write a novel!”

Having graduated from Bible college a year earlier, Ben took it as a divine message. What’s more, he’d already written one novel at that point, and he’d enjoyed it, so he figured he might as well write a few more.

That was 2009. Now, more than ten years later, Ben has written north of ten books, including an award-winning children’s book and an award-winning novel.

Awards are great, but what Ben has found even more reassuring is the consistently great feedback he’s gotten from readers. They’ve raved about his work and told him he was the best, most creative liar they’d ever heard of.

And wherever that dragon is, you can be sure it is pleased with how Ben has utilized the final gift it bestowed upon him.

Or dragons don’t go to any sort of afterlife, and it’s dead and has no opinion.