Category: Content Posts

  • Bliss

    by Lindsey Duncan in Issue 152, September 2024 As Ilisu surfaced from the sacred pool, ice chill searing her, she grasped at the sensations.  It was supposed to wash away the mystical shroud binding the disease inside her.  She chased every tickle on her skin, yet she felt no different. She blinked water out of…

  • Numbers Matter

    A tale of Altiva by Teel James Glenn in Issue 152, September 2024 “Do you think there really is safety in numbers, Erique?” the girl asked. When her companion didn’t answer right away she added, “Like in a big family?” The two were riding on a country road north of Stormlanding and were a study…

  • Tell Me The Count

    by Jonathan Olfert in Issue 152, September 2024 Seven sails on the horizon, the square rigs of great catamarans, sank dread into Tahure’s heart. He’d been hoisting a dharak terror-bird into a tree for harvest, vines biting into his palms. When the sails caught his eye he froze there at the edge of the beach.…

  • Why Did It Have To Be Snakes? Sword & Sorcery’s Dislike of Snakes

    by G. W. Thomas in Issue 152, September 2024 SNAKES ARE PULP Let’s be fair right from the start and admit: Pulp fiction, all Pulp fiction hates snakes. The old Detective story in the style of Sax Rohmer had evil and invisible enemies strike with poisonous animals. An asp in your bed and the underworld…

  • The Scarecrow of Terryk Head

    by Rab Foster in Issue 151, August 2024 Gudroon lowered the telescope and said, “Bad magic.”  “How bad?” Ordinarily, Farmer Airdwel’s voice was nasal and hard-to-listen-to. Today, anxiety had given it yet more of a whine.        “Very bad. See for yourself.”  She passed him the telescope. Airdwel was reluctant to take it because she was…

  • The Hunger in the Dark

    by Matthew X. Gomez in Issue 151, August 2024 Brais sat huddled in his cloak, the rain beating a tattoo on the stone floor around him through the holes in the roof. Flashes of lightning brought brief illumination to the interior of the ruined tower he had taken shelter in. His knuckles were white around…