Quentin Cope was born in to a nearly bankrupt, struggling post war Britain in 1946 and spent a generally miserable youth amongst the beautiful rolling hills and dry stone walls of rural Oxfordshire. He swapped mediocrity and an unstisfactory education for a life of absolute adventure by joining Her Majesties Royal Air Force as a boy of fifteen. He never looked back. The cold war was in full swing and nuclear war was a real and frightening threat. After serving time on 58Sqdn, Photo Reconnaissance playing about with Canberra PR9 spy planes, Quentin decided he needed to travel and see the world from the ground. He left the Air Force and working for a major UK Telecommunications company,… voyaged extensively to strange places, working on strange projects for even stranger governments. In 1973, he travelled to Dubai, a place on a map literally no one had heard of, blessed with a few tarmac roads, several mosques, infrequent electricity and even less frequent water supplies. For the next 25 years he became part of that hard living, hard drinking, frontier brigade that enabled a complete glass city to rise out of the parched and unforgiving desert; a place that is now the home of millionaires, deposed royalty and International scam merchants. Using his own aero-plane, Quentin travelled extensively throughout the Arabian Gulf and used Dubai as a base to see much of the Indian Sub Continent, East Africa and the Far East. He now leads a much more settled life at a generally sedate pace, mainly in Spain where the weather in often good and inspires him to write full time.