Just in case you’re wondering what to do now that March Madness and the NCAA basketball tournament is coming to a close, we have a suggestion: read something! Better yet, read Heroic Fantasy Quarterly Issue 12.
In honor of said madness,...
The winter solstice has come and gone, and to beat back the long nights we present the 11th issue of Heroic Fantasy Quarterly! Here’s what we’ve got for you:
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GOOSE AND CRADLE, by David Austin
One last game and...
Welcome to Heroic Fantasy Quarterly Issue 10! Though demands of day-jobs and family duties have kept our backs to the wall, we’re happy to present another full issue. On to it:
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QUEEN OF THE DESERT, by Alex Marshall
THE...
Summer has arrived in Oklahoma, borne upon merciless winds, hammering storms, and a solar fury unleashed way too soon. And yet we’ve ventured forth into the dizzying heat and found stories and poems that shimmer like mirages just...
Just in case you’re wondering what to do now that March Madness and the NCAA basketball tournament is coming to a close, we have a suggestion: read something! Better yet, read Heroic Fantasy Quarterly...
CROWN OF SORROWS, by Seamus Bayne:
The mistress Paracevia is the only one who knows my real name at the brothel where they find me. Those who’ve come for me think they’re clever — they wait deep...
RHINDOR’S REMISSION, by Russell Miller:
He was pissing hot gravel.
Rhindor pulled his silver beard away and looked down, just to be sure. As always, there was no molten lava or bloodied bits of...
BLADE AND BRANCH AND STONE, by Spencer Ellsworth:
Lassan
The trees were screaming. Mortars shattered white wood that bled golden sap. The Fei looked down from the ridge with cold blue eyes, raised...
BURYING THE PLOUGHSHARE, by Bethany Powell:
Failure — wide open failure,
scent of hot dust and sunrays
on the green of weeds baking
where they’re harvested all together,
walling this plot.
The...
SIDHE-SONG, by Phil Emery:
“. . . for our feet would linger where beauty has lived its life of
sorrow to make us understand that it is not of the world.”
-W.B.Yeats.
He came to the rise.
Connor,
menhir
of...
LEGEND, by Colleen Anderson:
Decrepit rust, creaking scales
weigh heavily on ancient bones.
Burdens scar where past dreams shone.
Cries beneath corroding teeth.
Clanking nails on frozen mounds,
unfurled...
About Us
Heroic Fantasy Quarterly is an ezine dedicated to publishing short works of heroic fantasy. More than that, through both prose and poetry we hope to hearken an older age of storytelling – an age when a story well told enthralled audiences. Traits of great oral storytelling survive the ages to influence treasures of literature, the pulps, radio plays, late-night game sessions, and now Heroic Fantasy Quarterly.