Summer? Already? Time the Avenger will not be stopped, nor will Heroic Fantasy Quarterly! Behold issue #68, comin’ atcha with three stories and two poems, plus our standard cargo of outstanding artwork (that cargo is on the way!)....
Happy February! After being trapped in our lair due to incredibly cold and snowy weather, we have emerged to find a world gone quite mad. We’re here to anchor your sanity and give you respite with tales of adventure! What we bring you...
Happy November! The cycle of the year turns and the last grasping claws of summer finally have released their grasp. So fill your grasping hands with issue #66 of Heroic Fantasy Quarterly! We bring you three stores, two poems, art and...
Summer sizzles across the plains and Heroic Fantasy Quarterly sizzles across the internet like Smeagol after a double gainer into the Cracks of Doom. We bring you four stories, three poems, artwork and triple, triple, TRIPLE! audio! Dig...
BRIDE-PRICE PAYED TWICE, A TALE OF THE AZATLÁN, by Gregory Mele My grandson is in trouble again, eh? Pele complaining you spend too much time staring out to sea, dreaming? Pah! Then he should not have named you Akkelu. I named your...
Summer? Already? Time the Avenger will not be stopped, nor will Heroic Fantasy Quarterly! Behold issue #68, comin’ atcha with three stories and two poems, plus our standard cargo of outstanding artwork...
THE DEVIL IN THE DETAILS, by Rev. Joe Kelly The bare back room of the manor house was pungent with old dust, sweat, tobacco smoke, the sour reek of spilled ale. Sir Lawrence, his eyes glittering with...
HUNTRESS OF THE HIGH TRAILS, by Robert Rhodes, pending artwork by Karolína Wellartová The shadow from Valeriya’s arrow, staked into the dirt of the trail, at last reached the coin she’d placed behind...
THE HEAD OF SPURIUS HALFHEART, by H.R. Laurence, pending art by Caterina Gerbasi “Yorris,” said Todric. “Is that not Spurius Halfheart the sellsword?” “He is also a horse-thief, and an indifferent...
DREAMS OF STARS, by J.D. Harlock, pending art by Simon Walpole Lord, I can see only smog and fire when I sleep and dream of stars for this airship can soar no higher than the fumes of these cursed tars...
ELEGY FOR ISKIA, CITY OF GARDENS’ SHADE, by Mendax of Iskai, translated by Cullen Groves, pending artwork by Miguel Santos Fair were the gardens of Iskia: sweet with the asphodel’s...
Happy February! After being trapped in our lair due to incredibly cold and snowy weather, we have emerged to find a world gone quite mad. We’re here to anchor your sanity and give you respite with tales of...
THE DYING LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS, by Dennis Conrad, art by Andrea Alamanno The globe-eyed thing screams and a thousand knives pierce the Crusader’s brain. He grits his teeth and tries to grunt through the...
MELKART AND THE MONKEY MEN, by Mark Mellon, artwork by Miguel Santos Paltibaal straightened up after milking a goat. Outside the pen, he saw a hunter. The old farmer shielded his eyes with a palm to...