Xandr as originally envisioned c. 1999 I was recently contacted by Tim Forcer, a writer for H&E Magazine. Back in '04, he was gracious enough to give my novel, The Dark Age of Enya, the thumbs up. Unfortunately, the review did little to boost my career. But talking to him again after so many years got... Continue Reading →
Book signing for "The Dark Age of Enya" c. 2005So you want to write a novel . . . great! Lots of people do it every day. But the difference between writing a good novel and writing a stack of pages with words on them is the difference between riding your bike around the block... Continue Reading →
You could say I am a bit of a Luddite. I have never been a fan of the future and the only science fiction I like are the kinds that promise a return to simplicity, like Avatar, or those that are really fantasy in disguise, Star Wars, or those apocalyptic stories that warn against... Continue Reading →
Like the sun eclipsing on Aenya, the age of 2012 is come and gone.This will be the last post of 2012, so I thought it'd be fun to look back at the year. While my quest (and make no mistake, it is a quest) to find an agent or a publisher for Ages of Aenya... Continue Reading →
I dedicate this post to Aliaa Magda Elmahdy, intrepid feminist, champion of freedom, and culture warrior fighting the oppressive doctrines of Sharia Law. She is also, to my mind, a naturist hero.In much of the Muslim world, Sharia Law has kept women in positions of inferiority. Women in Afghanistan risk their lives simply going to school.... Continue Reading →
Chapter 3 Fabulous Secrets The way forward was darker than Emma expected, and so she turned back to the brassiere, removed it from the wall, and listening once more for her father, continued on. Centuries-worn masonry hugged her shoulders, leading down another set of steps to a sharp turn. The swinging glow from the brassiere... Continue Reading →
Chapter 2 Through the Gates of the Silver Key The tower rose out of the northeast Wall, a simple cylindrical shape of mossy uneven stones with narrow archery windows. In centuries past, when the city was little more than a castle, it would have defended against an armies’ easterly advance. But now, the tower was... Continue Reading →
Wow.I just put this book down a half hour ago, and I still feel warm and tingly inside. It's one of those rare feelings you get from fiction, an emotion of transcendence, of religious revelation. This is what, I believe, men like Abraham and Moses and Jesus and Mohammed were feeling when they were talking to... Continue Reading →
The Third Omen Flesh & Steel Chapter 1 Donkey Face The only thing Emmalina wanted was to be loved. But nobody loved her; she was sure of it. Of friends she had none, nor did she understand how friends were made, or why other people seemed to have friends when she did not. There was... Continue Reading →
Sorry, not actually reviewing this! Should people hate Twilight? Is the book poorly written? Are people who enjoy it stupid? Or do they just not know any better? To all of the above, the answer, of course, is no. Why not? Because everything is subjective, that's why. An aspiring author and friend of mine recently asked... Continue Reading →
