I try to steer clear of politics at Thanksgiving dinner, because I can get pretty passionate, and because my brother happens to be a Trump supporter. But when the subject turned to taxes, Bernie Sanders, and the evils of socialism, I had to chime in. What my brother fails to understand, as I think most... Continue Reading →
Ecthros lives in Yefira with his younger brother, Tobias, his uncle, Davos, and his cousins, Athalia, Niah, and Liana. His father, Xenox, is a famous adventurer, and the greatest bowman in Aenya, or so his mother tells him. Ecthros's fondest memories involve watching his father at the bow, shooting fruits in the air, and... Continue Reading →
I can't help but think about the publishing industry when I am reading. It is a bias that colors my view of every book I read. Then again, art is subjective for just this reason, because everyone is biased in some way, whether they care to admit it or not. So while reading Vonnegut's Slaughterhouse... Continue Reading →
Cast off from civilization, Xandr is without home or country or possessions of any kind, but for an ancient sword with a will of its own. Utterly naked in battle, he stands intrepid and shameless, as his people, the Ilmar, have stood for millions of years. But he is never defenseless, for his shield is... Continue Reading →
OK, a little background here. I have a "pet troll," who's like a cockroach that lives under my floorboards, and shows up from time to time to ruin lunch. Anyway, Mr. Troll thought it would be funny to send me some screenshots, comparing the Amazon ranking of my books to that of, get this, dinosaur... Continue Reading →
The writing business is tough. If you love storytelling and are willing to put in the effort, you can probably churn out a decent yarn. Problem is: it's nearly impossible to get noticed these days. Step out your front door, throw a pebble in a random direction, and you'll hit an aspiring author. OK, maybe... Continue Reading →
Emma by Alexey Lipatov (Major Spoilers!!!) Emma is born in Northendell, in the frigid Pewter Mountains, to Dak, a scholar of Zo history, and Ilsa, a singer and musician. At the behest of his wife, Dak gives up his pursuit of immortality, breaking ties with his friend and partner, Mathias. When King Frizzbeard's men-at-arms learn of Dak's golem... Continue Reading →
Whenever I write these reviews, I make certain to consider my mental state at the time. So much of what we think about art is a reflection of our current thoughts and feelings, and like Kant's Noumena, impossible to divorce from our perception of it, a perception further prone to change as we age, gain new... Continue Reading →
TRIGGER WARNING: This article may piss you off, raise your anxiety level, or throw you into a depressive spiral. It might also make you a better writer, so there's that. You've been warned! I don't want to come across like a jerk or anything, because I know how badly it hurts, to get a bad... Continue Reading →
