Since J.R.R. Tolkien's The Hobbit, it seems every good fantasy novel needs a map, and I finally got around to making mine (an early version was used for "Enya" in 2004). You'll notice, however, that Aenya is different than most fantasy worlds, in that it is neither an island continent nor a peninsula. Instead, Aenya... Continue Reading →
Can a totally naked heroine become a feminist icon? I can already hear the detractors, the angry feminists calling me out as a sexist. Their argument, I imagine, will go something like this, Thelana is the lead heroine in Nick Alimonos' fantasy epic, "Ages of Aenya," and she is everything we love to see in... Continue Reading →
So, the other day, one of my fans sent me a message, "Happy Anniversary!" I was confused, until he told me that, on June 28th, 1999, I posted the very first Aenya related story. On that day, Xandr was born (OK, this post is a bit late). It comes as a bit of a shock to... Continue Reading →
Check out the latest trailer for Ages of Aenya, featuring artwork by David Pasco, Evan Kyrou, Alexey Lipatov, Frans Mensink, Mikester65, Tazio Bettin, Julia Bax and John T'lustachowski.
Inspiration artwork courtesy of artist (?) The procession carried on, under a black and swirling sky, where beauty lay in still repose upon heavy shoulders and heavier souls. They gathered from every hovel and tier and tower. Sisters saw sisters, mothers daughters and children mothers. From house to house and street to street, whomever was loved... Continue Reading →
Were the Ancient Greeks more homosexual than other groups from antiquity? Were homosexuals more commonly found in Greece? Was pederasty, or man-boy-love, a common expression of gay love? And is it even fair to make broad generalizations about any group of people, whether they be Greek or gay? This is by no means a scholarly... Continue Reading →
Grumblestump was born into the warrior caste. Named Grumblor by his mother, who died soon after giving birth, Grumblestump joined in the yearly bogren raids against the mountain city of Northendell. With Captain Sif leading the vanguard, the Knights of Northendell quickly routed the attackers, but Grumblor refused to flee. Believing he was destined for... Continue Reading →
SelineThe fires were not meant to summon me, as I had thought, but the result of bandits, who came to rape and pillage. Even as I arrived, women were being dragged from their homes by the hair, mothers and daughters alike, as fathers and husbands were forced to watch. Truly, this was the work of... Continue Reading →
He was a big man, a stranger, a nomad from a distant country. But as powerful as he looked, he was tired, beaten, defeated. He entered the taverna to sit quietly and catch his breath, and right away I could tell he was not of the desert. His face was a burnt red, his lips... Continue Reading →
I seem to come from an alternate dimension, one in which the Star Wars prequels were great, and loved by all. In my universe, I distinctly remember my friends and I raving about Episode I, and how it made a gajillion dollars at the box office, and how even Rotten Tomatoes gave each of the... Continue Reading →
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