"But why is she naked?"This is the most annoying question I get about Ages of Aenya, whenever I post a picture of the Ilmar on social media. While the vast majority of comments are positive, I will inevitably get roasted for lack of realism on Facebook fantasy groups that allow for artistic nudity. On these same... Continue Reading →
Whoo-Boy. A lot's been going on, so let's get to it. Ages of Aenya As you probably know, Ages of Aenya finally became available last month, and sales have been brisk. It's great knowing people from as far as Europe and the UK have read the story and have had nothing but good things to... Continue Reading →
Whether you commemorate the birth of your savior or honor the Green Goddess of the Ilmar, 'tis the season to celebrate! Starting today, I am offering Ages of Aenya at the DEEPLY discounted rate of $10.00. That's down from $17.95! This is my GIFT to you! So if you've been sitting on the balustrade about... Continue Reading →
It's Ages of Aenya launch day everybody! Today, after ten years in the making, my book officially goes on sale on my new author site, nickalimonos.com! It's available on Amazon, but you can get it directly from me at a discounted price, with free full color maps of Aenya. You can also find exclusive Aenya-related... Continue Reading →
Exciting news, everyone! My book came in the mail today! There's just something magical, transformative even, when you get to hold your story in your hands for the first time. You know this is it, after more than a decade of writing and rewriting, the novel in its final form. Ages of Aenya is here. So... Continue Reading →
So . . . ahem . . . The Old Man and the Sea is a book about a man, and, uh, he's in the sea and . . . to be honest, I forgot to do this assignment until this morning. Sorry! OK, for real now, I picked up the 1952 novel, The Old Man... Continue Reading →
Whoo-boy Rarely do words fail me like this, but after finishing George Orwell’s 1984, I am utterly at a loss for what to say. Nothing I can put into words, other than the words Orwell uses himself, can accurately describe the depth of despair, the hopelessness, the utter nihilism bound in this... Continue Reading →
TRUMP SUPPORTER: "What's that you're reading?" ME: "Oh, it's a book about Charles Lindbergh winning the presidency." TRUMP SUPPORTER: "I remember that." ME: "What?" TRUMP SUPPORTER: "I learned about that in school." ME: "Charles Lindbergh was the first man to fly a plane over the Atlantic, from New York to Paris." TRUMP SUPPORTER: "Right. And... Continue Reading →
There is this crazy theory that's been rolling around in my head for quite some time. It's the idea that, given enough time and space, all fictions are non-fiction. Take your favorite book or movie, The Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, Star Wars. Somewhere, at some point in time, these things must have happened. I know I... Continue Reading →
As of this writing, most of humanity is still alive. But there's still time. So far, we've lost Carrie Fisher, Debbie Reynolds (her mother), George Michael, Watership Down author Richard Adams, and Neil deGrasse Tyson's dad. Proving we are all living in a computer simulation, or as I prefer to think of it, in some author's... Continue Reading →
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