An Open Letter to Neil deGrasse Tyson

The moon of Aenya in orbit around Infinity.I've been on an astrophysics bender lately, reading Ray Bradbury's Martian Chronicles as well as Neil deGrasse Tyson's Death by Black Hole: And Other Cosmic Quandaries. It's interesting to see how a writer and a scientist approach the same subjects, how their ideas and focus diverge and where... Continue Reading →

My Interview with Author Michael Sullivan

me: Greetings, Michael. Thank you for taking the time to chat with me today.Michael: Thanks for having me...I'm excited to do this.me: It has taken you a long time to get published. During that time, did you make many changes to your book? Is there a significant difference between the self-published version of The Crown... Continue Reading →

Theft of Swords

No, I didn't read the French versions, I just love these covers!I was a bit worried about writing this review, because I know the author from his blog and the few chats we've shared. Before starting into his series, I asked Michael Sullivan to grant me an interview and he was gracious enough to say... Continue Reading →

Ages of Aenya (2012): Chapter 3

Chapter 3 Jewel of the Sea Cities rise and fall with the tide. Gods of stone and symbol vanish in the winds of ages. But the children of Alashiya are eternal. —Sayings of Kjus Trident of the Hedonian Navy Banners rippled in the air, blue and tapered and hemmed with tassels, each with a truncated... Continue Reading →

Ages of Aenya (2012): Chapter 2

 Chapter 2 Dreams of Ilmarinen Let me run the hills of Ilmarinen With soles in soil and grass where braids play the gale And sun splashes sharp shoulders I wrap the sky around me And birth myself to freedom Let the universe swell my lungs And stars scorch my heart my feet pound the river... Continue Reading →

Ages of Aenya: Chapter 1 (2012)

The First Omen City by the Sea Chapter 1 A Compass for Miseries If the body is offensive, then it is offensive to be human. —Sayings of Kjus Again he planted his battle ax into the gelatinous head, squeezing slime from an antenna as he wrestled to keep seated aloft the snail’s olive-green shell. With... Continue Reading →

No, Sophia!

This is my very first children's book, featuring artwork by my seven year old daughter, Jasmine Alimonos.

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