There is a poignant scene in the last episode of Hulu's The Handmaid's Tale, where a young girl asks, after escaping to Canada, "Is this where we can wear whatever we want?" As a naturist, this scene had a particularly powerful impact on me. What people are or are not allowed to wear cuts at the... Continue Reading →
After five long years of brainstorming, writing, editing and rewriting, the second book of Aenya, The Princess of Aenya, is almost here! The novel weighs in at 136,236 words, and thanks to my partner in crime, my editor, Ava Coibion, every sentence should be a carefully crafted thing of beauty. And thanks to my uber-talented... Continue Reading →
HISTORY The first stones that would become the Compass Tower were laid down by the Zo circa 9000 BGM (Before the Greater Moon). Believing they were being led by the Goddess, Zoë, the Ancients crossed over the frigid Crown of Aenya Mountains, where they discovered the uncharacteristically warm and lush valley of Tyrnael, and... Continue Reading →
The blood rushing to her head made her skull ache. She could feel the throb of her heart, flowing through her limbs, bringing spasms of pain to her ribcage. Dizzy with dread, she glanced back and saw it—not far now—a blur of crimson. The halfman was still following. Dapples of sunlight percolated from the... Continue Reading →
After rattling the hinges and shaking the snow from the lintel, a small man emerged from a dark antechamber, looking as if he’d just arisen from bed. He had ash-white whiskers and a pouf of hair all out of place and he was wrapped snuggly in a gray blanket. At first, he looked annoyed... Continue Reading →
I sometimes feel like Eldin, the time-traveling historian, hopping between ages. The world of Aenya has been brewing in my skull for almost twenty years now. I remember advertising that the The Dark Age of Enya would soon be released in 2000! Sadly, these vast time periods tend to alienate fans, because after nearly two decades, I've... Continue Reading →
They dived, Xandr and Thelana flailing and nearly falling from the bird’s sides. Ahead of them, the sky turned gray, heavy, and wet. A deep rumble rolled underfoot, popped and cracked in their ears—it was deafening. Hair Thelana did not know she possessed grew long and straight out from her body and then everything... Continue Reading →
“Blasphemers!” The High Priest’s voice boomed from his gaunt frame but none heeded it. There were no formations, no strategic commands being given. Only desperation. Despite the vastness of the chamber, there was little space for the defenders to maneuver, and the merquid pouring into it were overtaking them. Pikeman bled beside shield-bearing hoplite.... Continue Reading →
Under an orange sky choked by fumes, the din of battle died away over the Plains of Narth. Most of the bodies were human, but the little ones, with their bony frames and taut gray skin and cruel etched faces, were not. Vulture spiders roamed among them, their elongated legs picking among the carrion, carrying... Continue Reading →
Existenz. Existenz is a 1999 Sci-Fi flick about a virtual reality world much like the Matrix, which happens to have been released the same year as The Matrix. Every morning, I wake up with this word in my head. Existenz. I am not thinking about the movie, however, but the ideas the movie explores, the notion of existence... Continue Reading →
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