Off in the distance, a contingent of archers emerged from their hiding places. “Traitors! They’ve killed the mouth of god!” It was a rallying cry from nowhere, and others joined in the chorus. An arrow went flying at a high angle, descending through Gol’s neck, and the blood shedding ensued. Merquid bodies, flaccid as... 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 →
Greetings, fans! The question I am most asked about Aenya is the most obvious one: when the heck is the book coming out? All I can say is, be patient. I admit to being a bit slow, but it's only because I abhor the thought of releasing anything but the very best possible work. I'd... Continue Reading →
Greetings Aenya fans! First, let me apologize for my long absence. For the past few months, I have been working diligently at completing the final, final (hopefully) edit of Ages of Aenya, with the help of my brilliant and insightful editor, Ava Coibion. Honestly, I won't be changing another word unless a publisher insists upon... Continue Reading →
After seeing the new show on Discovery Channel, Naked and Afraid, I knew I had to chime in and soon. After all, it's about a man and a woman trying to survive in the wilderness, without a stitch of clothing! Sounds too much like my novel, and heroes, Xandr and Thelana, for me to pass... Continue Reading →
What's happened to Greek culture? In terms of nudity, it's becoming increasingly American. I remember being on the island of Skiathos and seeing nothing but a sea of bare breasts. At the time, it was disconcerting. I was seven and didn't care to see naked girls. I also remember the little corner street shops... Continue Reading →
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