This is a love story and an adventure, a modern take on The Odyssey, set in a mythological past where all of the world's pantheons coexist. It is my first full-length novel, that I wrote in high school, circa 1993.
The Nomad: Chapter 3
People of Aenya: NESSUS
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Ages of Aenya: Book 2 Chapter 12, “The Prince of Serpents”
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 →
It’s SUPER-CALIFRAGILISTIC-EXPIALIDOCIOUS!!!
I have a love/hate relationship with Disney. Whenever I visit the Magic Kingdom, or see their castle logo pop up before a movie, I am torn about how to feel. On the one hand, I simply adore the man, Walt himself, whom I consider a visionary genius. Never mind whether or not he could draw Mickey... Continue Reading →
Ages of Aenya (2012): Chapter 3
Chapter 3 Jewel of the Sea Cities rise and fall with the tide. Gods of stone and symbol vanish in the winds of ages. But the children of Alashiya are eternal. —Sayings of Kjus Trident of the Hedonian Navy Banners rippled in the air, blue and tapered and hemmed with tassels, each with a truncated... Continue Reading →
Ages of Aenya: Chapter 1 (2012)
The First Omen City by the Sea Chapter 1 A Compass for Miseries If the body is offensive, then it is offensive to be human. —Sayings of Kjus Again he planted his battle ax into the gelatinous head, squeezing slime from an antenna as he wrestled to keep seated aloft the snail’s olive-green shell. With... Continue Reading →
Ages of Aenya: Prologue ’12
AGES OF AENYA By Nick Alimonos Between the Light and Dark Hemispheres, there is a land called Ilmarinen, named after the ilm flower of orange and violet. In Ilmarinen, it is said, there is no poverty or war. Grasses brush softly so that children might chase through fields unblemished. Aeons-weathered boulders make... Continue Reading →
The Gorgon’s Lover
Let me tell you how I killed her—how I killed the only woman I ever loved. I am a wretched thing, truly, and have little else to offer but this story. Hear me out, if you are wanting for a tragedy, but I give you fair warning: this is no tale for children or the... Continue Reading →
The Devil’s Advocate: Melodrama is Good!
In the 2004 film, Troy, Achilles kills Hector after a climactic battle, and Andromache, beset by grief for the death of her husband, basically does . . . nothing. The actress gives a performance of subdued shock, blinking heavily before slacking against the parapet wall. This is in stark contrast to the way Homer describes the... Continue Reading →
Ages of Aenya: Chapter 4
Chapter 4 The Secret Knowledge is mastery. —Sayings of Kjus Hundreds of feet below her, the night fires spread like constellations. Street lamps gave shape to roads. Torches revealed angled temples, domes of courthouses and the elliptical walls of amphitheaters. Mirroring the cityscape, the velvet sky welcomed her with its familiarity, made her dream of... Continue Reading →
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