From the ramparts voices sing

A ballad old and sweet,

Of

Maidens faire,

Dragons foul

From the ramparts voices sing
A ballad old and sweet,
Of
Maidens faire,
Dragons foul

THE WAKING OF ANGANTYR, by Marie Brennan Hervor splashed through the cold surf onto the rocks of the beach, resisting the urge to look over her shoulder.  By now the ship would be underway again, putting out to sea as fast as it could.  How she would get off the island was a problem for […]

Hello and welcome to the first issue of Heroic Fantasy Quarterly! Within the Featured Article section you’ll find links to stories and poems submitted by five fantastic writers — fantastic and bold for taking a chance on a new publication. But they weren’t the only ones who took a chance; we humbly thank the hundreds […]

The Knight moved relentlessly toward the King. His Majesty was alone.  His castles gone, his rank-and-file decimated — even his Queen had been taken from him. The end was in sight. A moment’s hesitation and then . . . shah mat! The game was over. “Your mother was a jackal, Tulun,” Abbas Bedvian said. He […]

The summer’s heat is hardly past, The harvest not yet in. Confused on hillsides, cattle roam With nary barn nor pen — But not a horse you’ll find abroad Where Ansel’s army’s been. This time last summer, side by side, We worked in every field. The kingsmen and the cottagers Made every meadow yield — […]