In lyrical, metaphor-laden prose, Chorn muses on what it means to be human and space between contentment and deeper happiness. She asks the question, if we define ourselves solely in regards to another person, are we really anyone at all?…
In 2016 I rebooted my author career. While I was originally referring to this as my 2.0 phase, given that my company is Incandescent Phoenix Books, the phrase revivification (“to impart with new life”) seemed more apt. I’ve been telling…
I have occasionally heard from readers under misapprehension that I created the Eschaton Cycle as an expansion of my Gods of the Ragnarok Era series. This led me to want to clear up the genesis of some of these ideas. I mentioned previously…
There is something strangely compelling about supernatural horror. A paradox of attraction that has sparked whole books intended to explain and examine. Thus, no surprise I find myself with an enduring fascination with such horror, especially where it intersects with…
Giles Kristian had been on my radar for a while, but I tend to drift to fantasy over historical fiction most of the time, so I hadn’t read any of his work until I saw this. Almost from the first…
The very name of my universe, the Eschaton Cycle, implies a cycle of recurring apocalypses over different time periods. Each of these time periods I call an era. I think anyone who’s read more than a bit of my Eschaton…
Lots of us are stuck at home. Why not be stuck at home with a dragon? Here’s a sample of the forthcoming audiobook for The Radiance of Alfheim, complete with awesome performance by Ulf Bjorklund.
When I was a very small kid, my Dad read The Hobbit to me. Very soon, I was reading it, and The Lord of the Rings with him. Dad wasn’t a huge fantasy nut like me, but he liked Tolkien.…
A while ago, noted writer (and teacher of writers) David Farland wrote a series of emails on magic systems in fantasy. It was an interesting read. He mentions the current king of magic systems (his former student) Brandon Sanderson. Sanderson…
I was really little when my dad read The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings to me. Young enough, Mom claims that, when they transferred me to my big boy bed, I was crying “it burns, it freezes,” like Gollum. Shit you not.…
