The Ilmar (plural) or Ilmarin (singular, descriptive) go by many names: savages, barbarians, wild humans. Given their propensity for nakedness and for living in the wild, they are viewed by most civilized races as closer to animal than human. This view is perpetuated by the little that is known of their culture. Ilmar are often... Continue Reading →
Like all eight year old boys of Hedonian citizenry, Demacharon is taken from his mother's arms to train in the navy, and for the next ten years he is taught discipline, and ways in which to kill more efficiently. He later moves up in rank, from a lowly oarsman to captain of his own vessel. After a number of... Continue Reading →
Radia is the 54th descendant of the Zo and heir to the throne of Aenya. She is known for her stunning beauty and mismatched eyes, one of turquoise like the greater moon, the other violet, like the lesser. At age eleven, she succumbs to a mysterious illness. Her father, King Solon, offers his kingdom for her... Continue Reading →
It's finally finished! After two and a half years of writing, I am proud to say I have a completed draft of the latest in the Aenya series, The Princess of Aenya. Call me melodramatic, but it's nice knowing I have two "good" books under my belt, so if I die suddenly, I will have left something on this planet to... Continue Reading →
Image courtesy of David Pasco
Xandr stood at the prow of the Horizon Chaser, watching the waves split apart and close together, his thoughts flowing like the water. They had been traveling for more than a cycle, down the Potamis toward the Sea, and in the confines of the ship, he had been forced into clothing. It was not as though the... Continue Reading →
Xandr was in a dark place. It was not the cage he had been placed into or the walls beyond, but the dungeon of the self, the light of reason, faith, and hope having gone from him. Such darkness could not be abated, even by the noonday sun. It was the place he came to... Continue Reading →
‘Thelana Leaves Home’ artwork by Nicholas Swenson. Please note: This art is meant to be INNOCENT. If you see it otherwise, the problem is with YOU, not with the image. Blooms of orange and purple brushed at her thighs and touched the horizon. It was the time of low moon, the season of color,... Continue Reading →
Sometimes, there is so much going on in my head and in my life, I have to break it down in a news-style format. Niches are for Bitches What is perhaps my most crushing news, my Ages of Aenya Kickstarter failed to raise the $10,000 needed for editing and marketing. Just the editing alone costs... Continue Reading →
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