Heroic Fantasy Quarterly–Q30

Welcome to Heroic Fantasy Quarterly Issue 30! Again we have worked our strange magic and conjured the best in sword and sorcery fiction and poetry. We bring two stories, finish the epic poem of Lethe’s Cup begun in issue 29, two poems, an extra story, and additional artwork!   Fiction Contents Lethe’s Cup and the […]

LETHE’S CUP AND THE WHITE SWORD–Part 2

LETHE’S CUP AND THE WHITE SWORD–Part 2, by Cullen Groves  (click here for Part 1) The Argument: Upon the Empire’s pale, a dreadful battle Had broken Christian knights, for all their mettle; Retreating thence to Gereburg’s high castle, Surrounded by the pagan spears a-bristle, They looked for Freydegar, who Scathnung wielded, The White Sword, Scathnung, […]

THE MAN IN CHAINS

THE MAN IN CHAINS, by Harry Piper   This happened many, many years ago, when I was still young. When I still had fire in my blood and thunder in my soul. It was the spring after the death of High King Llewellyn. Bad times for our nation. Anglisc men were coming over the border […]

EYES OR NO EYES

EYES OR NO EYES, by Martin Rose   There is no magic left in the world, nor much left of heroes to go with it. Lest you think the post of ‘wizard’ to be venerable and worthy, let me assure you otherwise, for I am the most miserable so-called wizard of the Thirteen Keeps. I […]

SEVEN MOVES ON AN ORDRULK BOARD

SEVEN MOVES ON AN ORDRULK BOARD, BY Adrian Simmons   1 The dead merchants, hung in the trees with their heads tied in their hands, nearly drove Muriq back from the Governor’s Forest. They had been there for a while, perhaps a little over a week. Flies swarmed around them and welled up from the […]

GARUDA’S GAMBLE

GARUDA’S GAMBLE, by Colleen Anderson   What was I to do? Guarding those slippery slithering nagas who laughed their whispery laughs Thinking I didn’t know their mother duped mine over a black horse’s tail that I protected them from gods such as I?   I couldn’t help but eat a few snapping them in my […]

THE NIGHT BEFORE YULE

THE NIGHT BEFORE YULE, by Daniel Stride   Neath the Nothing Night of Yuletide Glassy snow caves gleam and glitter, Frozen fangs of frost protruding As the dismal darkness deepens. Over misty moors and mountains Whistle winds and wolves in wastelands, Shrouded shadows wander softly Bringing fear to beasts of burden. Ever since the solstice […]