The Nomad is a love story, a mythical tale of heroism and enduring faith, parts Odyssey, parts The Arabian Nights. Like the Greek hero, Odysseus, Dynotus is twenty years from his homeland, searching the desert for Sali---the woman he loves---who has been taken as a slave. It is rife with fantastic locales, mythical monsters, and epic bloodshed, all set against the endless sands of the Sahara.... Continue Reading →
So, I've been having this problem with fiction lately. The last eight books I've read have been about philosophy, religion and physics. It's gotten to the point that my wife told me last night I should have been a physicist (really, I'd be clueless). But whenever I pick up a novel, I can't get into the... Continue Reading →
Disclaimer: This is a love story and an adventure, a modern take on The Odyssey, set in a mythological past where all of the world’s pantheons coexist. It is my first full-length novel, which I wrote in high school circa 1993. The Nomad represents a much younger and less experienced Nick Alimonos, but also, a writer who was more passionate, confident, and brash. If you can get past all of... Continue Reading →
Disclaimer: This is a love story and an adventure, a modern take on The Odyssey, set in a mythological past where all of the world's pantheons coexist. It is my first full-length novel, that I wrote in high school, circa 1993. The Nomad represents a much younger and less experienced Nick Alimonos, but also, a time when I was more passionate, confident, and brash. If you can... Continue Reading →
This is a love story and an adventure, a modern take on The Odyssey, set in a mythological past where all of the world's pantheons coexist. It is my first full-length novel, that I wrote in high school, circa 1993.
What spirit is so empty and blind, that it cannot recognize the fact that the foot is more noble than the shoe, and skin more beautiful than the garment with which it is clothed? ---Michelangelo I have scoured the Internet, talking it over with many naturist readers, but I have yet to find heroes quite... Continue Reading →
Let me tell you how I killed her—how I killed the only woman I ever loved. I am a wretched thing, truly, and have little else to offer but this story. Hear me out, if you are wanting for a tragedy, but I give you fair warning: this is no tale for children or the... Continue Reading →
In the 2004 film, Troy, Achilles kills Hector after a climactic battle, and Andromache, beset by grief for the death of her husband, basically does . . . nothing. The actress gives a performance of subdued shock, blinking heavily before slacking against the parapet wall. This is in stark contrast to the way Homer describes the... Continue Reading →
The Art of Storytelling 
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