[Illustration: “Wolfman” © 2006 by B. Lloyd.] Dwelis Spurnfit exited the tower of the Order of the Watch and looked up at the night sky. His long, brown hair swayed with a passing breeze. It was cold and coming from the north. Soon the snows will cover the land, he thought. The last embers of … Continue reading “Taxoran” by Matthew Ide →

Illustration: "Dancing Flame" by Steve Cartwright (c) 2005 Five black candles were set on the points of a pentagram, in the center of which stood a lonely, desperate young man obsessed by the occult and the black arts. In his mind, necromancy seemed the only way to obtain that which he desired: friends who respected … Continue reading “The Magic Crystal” by Joe Vadalma →

Illustration: "Joes vs. The Cat" by Romeo Esparrago (c) 2005 There were twelve of us. Just twelve, and no more. We lived in the box, only let out once every 365 days. The fresh air revived us, barely enough to sustain our life throughout the long year. One year, we were put away on a … Continue reading “Just Twelve, and No More” by Danielle Ste. Just →

All the lights were on inside the little, bright-red Mustang. Even the dome light was cutting through the darkness on either side of the road. She really didn't care that she might be pulled over. For her, at this point, nothing mattered. She told the bear buckled firmly into the seat next to her this … Continue reading “Love Hungry” by KC Stapleton →

Author's note: This translation of “The Fall of Leuyoldedd”, also known as “The Second Coming of Skell'aenthid”, represents only parts five, six, and seven of the full tale. The other parts have never been found. "How could I possibly say 'no' to the Queen's Champion?" In response, Sir Leuyoldedd put on his well-known, woman-swooning smile, … Continue reading “The Fall of Leuyoldedd” by Travis Lyon →

Micker and I spread the map out on the table. "You can see it all here," I told Pagomari. "The sewers are wide enough to fit a man through, and the Temple of Kashell has its own drain." I spoke in a whisper, and Micker kept his eyes peeled to make certain that none of … Continue reading “The Quiet Bard” by Gregory Adams →

“And that’s when Asyan understood that he not only lost his wealth. He lost his family, his reputation, and his dignity. Left with nothing, he spent the rest of his years seeking, obsessed with the treasure he had lost, and died a lonely man.” The two-dozen people who had gathered around Thomas Grayweed at the … Continue reading “A Threadbare Tailor” by Sean Hower →

The plump, balding psychoanalyst shifted in his chocolate-brown Naugahyde Execu-Chair. He looked down briefly, then up, his expression a mask. The air-conditioner hummed softly as he spoke to the large, battle-scarred warrior sitting on the client side of the white Formica desk. "Konen, I'm not, uhhh, that is, it might be perhaps more efficacious were … Continue reading 10 Years Ago in Planet… “Konen in Recovery” by Andrew G. McCann →