American Gods

To be clear, Neil Gaiman is one of my favorite authors. I count his graphic novel, The Sandman, among the greatest achievements in the medium, and I adore his forays into film, Coraline and Stardust. Gaiman is my kind of writer. Each of his works takes a daring, no-holds barred approach to fantasy, often delving into... Continue Reading →

Enya 2003 vs. Aenya 2013

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 →

2012 Year in Review

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 continues, it's been a great and productive year for my little niche of the... Continue Reading →

Ages of Aenya: Book 3, Chapter 3

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 →

Ages of Aenya: Book 3, Chapter 2

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 →

Life of Pi

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... Continue Reading →

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