The avian or "bird man" is a human subspecies, and can best be described as a cross between a human and a bird. HISTORY: The origin of the avian race is unique to Aenya in that their development from proto-human into a winged/feathered species is due largely, in part, to culture, in an example of 'controlled evolution.'... Continue Reading →
The Ilmar (plural) or Ilmarin (singular, descriptive) go by many names: savages, barbarians, wild humans. Given their propensity for nakedness and for living in the wild, they are viewed by most civilized races as closer to animal than human. This view is perpetuated by the little that is known of their culture. Ilmar are often... Continue Reading →
Like all eight year old boys of Hedonian citizenry, Demacharon is taken from his mother's arms to train in the navy, and for the next ten years he is taught discipline, and ways in which to kill more efficiently. He later moves up in rank, from a lowly oarsman to captain of his own vessel. After a number of... Continue Reading →
Radia is the 54th descendant of the Zo and heir to the throne of Aenya. She is known for her stunning beauty and mismatched eyes, one of turquoise like the greater moon, the other violet, like the lesser. At age eleven, she succumbs to a mysterious illness. Her father, King Solon, offers his kingdom for her... Continue Reading →
Dear Editor, The Princess of Aenya is a fantasy adventure reminiscent of Peter S. Beagle's The Last Unicorn and Michael Ende's The Never Ending Story, with a little bit of Song of Ice and Fire injected for good measure. It stands roughly at 125,000 words. What’s the story? She is known for her arresting beauty and mismatched eyes. One is turquoise, like the greater moon, the other is violet,... Continue Reading →
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Xandr stood at the prow of the Horizon Chaser, watching the waves split apart and close together, his thoughts flowing like the water. They had been traveling for more than a cycle, down the Potamis toward the Sea, and in the confines of the ship, he had been forced into clothing. It was not as though the... Continue Reading →
Xandr was in a dark place. It was not the cage he had been placed into or the walls beyond, but the dungeon of the self, the light of reason, faith, and hope having gone from him. Such darkness could not be abated, even by the noonday sun. It was the place he came to... Continue Reading →
For the past two years, I have been working on my latest novel, The Princess of Aenya, inspired by such classics as The Last Unicorn and The Never Ending Story; with a touch of Miyazaki and Game of Thrones thrown in for good measure. The book revolves around a young woman named Radia "Noora." Her beauty is a big part of her character, but far... Continue Reading →
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