Tag: Daniel Hand
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Warriors In the Mist
by Daniel Hand in Issue 45, October 2015 Hildfrida woke early. The sun was still low beyond sea and mist, less a herald of morning than a vestige of night. The sound of the tides wafted in through the open window along with the cool salty breeze. She lay still awhile, steeling herself against the…
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Memories
by Daniel Hand in Issue 24, January 2014 Syrus opened his eyes, saw the tribesman’s face before him and stabbed violently upwards with his sword. His hand was empty. There was no sword, no face, no battle in the desert: just the quiet gloom of his bed chamber, the warmth of his mattress, and the…