THE SWORD, by Cullen Groves: OSWULF: Well, sword, how much of foemen’s blood have you drunk, And into how many breasts have you sunk, Deeper sunk than Love’s black honeyed darts? I bare another breast before your blade, Take it! Bite deep that I might be unmade, To lie in sleep’s surcease. SWORD: It matters […]

With awesome terminology like Polar Vortex cramping our minds, we find ourselves this first day of February trapped between winter storms Leon and Maximus. Yeah, we’re sick of it too. So it is that our thoughts turn to warmer days and climes. While we can’t do anything but wait it out here in the northern […]

THE HOUSE OF NHARAT, by Garnett Elliot: The Moon Goddess revealed her full glory against a night filled with scudding clouds.  From his vantage atop Nin Ursu’s mud brick walls, Ekkur could see the distant silhouettes of enemy bowmen.  They crouched among the fields surrounding the city-state, not quite close enough to loose their shafts.  […]

THE LAST FIRST TIME, by Colin Heintze: Every time I went to Karkil I stopped for coffee. I had always enjoyed Karkil’s brew, a great deal of my enjoyment coming from the fact that no living lips had tasted it for two-hundred years. From my seat on the café terrace I heard the ass braying. […]

THE LIVING CURSE, by Ethan Fode: There was no fire or smoke, only the terrible groan as the temple crumbled, the thick columns snapping in half, the walls buckling outward. He barely noticed, consumed by the song of the sorcery in his bones, the oily feel of the ancient magic coating his soul. When he […]