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February feels like years ago, doesn’t it? Since then, we’ve launched and completed our first successful Kickstarter (which Marzio will tell you more about in a later blog post), shipped out hundreds of hardcover first editions of The Unseen Hand around the globe, and yeah… we’ve been hit by a…
Continue readingNot too long ago, a tweet in my Twitter feed polled, “How do you come up with ideas for stories?” The thing is, there really is no singular way inspiration strikes. At least not for me. Most of the time, my ideas stem from one of two sources. Primarily, I…
Continue readingI love-love-LOVE Absinthe! I had only read accounts of la fee verte and when I discovered absinthe was coming back to America I was eager to partake. Scouring every liquor store in Manhattan, I found one where I could pre-order four bottles. Good thing too as the day Lucid arrived, it…
Continue readingFrom a very early age I have been fascinated by the mystique surrounding absinthe. In 1997 when I went to Spain I scoured all of Barcelona asking for the elusive absenta before I was directed by a butcher to a small place in Barrio Gotico. I got lost looking for…
Continue readingA little over a year ago I wrote about how Narcisse and I conduct worldbuilding. While that post gives you insight about our philosophy and the joys we gain from the creative process, it falls short of illustrating just how seriously we take the matter. (ed. “Seriously” more like how obsessed we can…
Continue readingThe epic fantasy of Khajj, the heroine of The Books of Lirios Trilogy, began many years ago in the heyday of our gaming days. Back in those days Narcisse and I had no intention of writing novels. We wrote because we loved it, immersing ourselves in Khajj’s world with the…
Continue readingSome call me Double N. While it may be true that I posses superhuman powers of doing, I assure you there is only one of me. A friend asked me recently if I spent a lot of time dreaming of my stories. The truth of the matter is, I do. I…
Continue readingSeveral years ago, I heard a tale. While it resonated with me at the time, it is only recently that the story has become a defining parable for my life. In the early 19th century, the King of Thailand decreed that all the images of Buddha residing in abandoned, ruined…
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