I've heard it said by many different people that Alice's Adventures in Wonderland was written while the author was on some kind of hallucinogenic drug. I still believe this to be an urban legend, but after finishing Alice's Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass, I can understand why some people might come to that... Continue Reading →
Despite the little voice inside me that is saying, "Don't do it, Nick!" I am compelled to talk about the issue of feedback, and yes, I realize a lot of this is going to sound like sour grapes, but I feel there is a lot of ignorance that needs to be dispelled.It's silly for me... Continue Reading →
Pentaconter leaving the port of Hedonia courtesy of Evan KyrouChapter 8 Mare NostrumThey sailed two days from the port of Thetis, along the Hedonian coast, toward what had been the most trafficked harbor in the world. None of the fifty oarsmen or their captain, Cambses, believed they would find any ships moored at its docks,... Continue Reading →
Chapter 7Sex and PoliticsThelana walked like a caged battle cat about the beautiful surroundings of their bedchambers, with its twin-pillared arcades, chandelier oil lamps, and seashell shaped fountains. “Of all the spoiled brats!” she muttered. “If I ever step foot onto paved earth again, it will be too soon!”“Hush!” It was Emma. “You’re going to... Continue Reading →
I first heard of Roger Zelazny in the September 2004 edition of H&E Naturist magazine, in a review of my book. In it, Tim Forcer writes,Sword and sorcery is a very old tradition of story-telling - possibly the oldest. Alimonos is not afraid to acknowledge one of the earliest in this tradition, that ancient Greek, Homer. He also quotes from... Continue Reading →
Image courtesy of my favorite artist, Frank FrazettaChapter 6Queen FrazettaBeams of sunlight angled through openings in unseen walls forming an illuminated square about a raised platform. At the periphery of this square were four arcades, each to a domed ceiling, flanked by pairs of narrow pillars. Impressions marked every wall, arch, and dome, a matrix... Continue Reading →
I just finished Piers Anthony's A Spell for Chameleon, the first novel in the Xanth series, which was published in 1977. The similarities between his world and that of Harry Potter are difficult to ignore. People born with magic powers? Check. A magical world set on Earth during modern day? Check. Centaurs, dragons, mermaids, and... Continue Reading →
Chapter 5Riot for a SaviorShe and Xandr did not hesitate for a breath. When they entered through the door, he seized her, his arms about the pits of her knees, her ankles at the back of his neck. Warriors of lust, they collapsed to the floor, disregarding the soft bed, consuming one another like cannibals,... Continue Reading →
Chapter 4A Witch in LoveEmma figure courtesy of David PascoA crowd was gathering at the center square with the snake handlers and baboon profiteers, where the baby ibs ran aimlessly. Thelana stepped out of her tunic like a bathrobe, placing her sandals beside it. Onlookers stared aghast, with laughter, in mocking whispers; a few shouted,... Continue Reading →
Forward: This chapter was written in Morocco, after visiting the famed city of Marrakesh, which serves the basis for the bazaar in most fantasy books and films (if you've ever seen Disney's Aladdin you know what I mean). It's no wonder I wrote this during my trip, which gave me the opportunity to be directly inspired. Morocco is,... Continue Reading →
The Art of Storytelling 
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