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...
AMONG THE SCYTHIANS, by Deborah L. Davitt, art by Simon Walpole, audio by Deborah L. Davitt Copper, so expensive, so rare— did you know that the sunbright ore only comes from a...
As 2021 finally begins to shed the weight of 2020, we are happy to put out issue #48 of Heroic Fantasy Quarterly! We’ve got three stories and two poems, with art and audio to help you get through the...
INTRIGUE IN AVIENE, by Steve Dilks 1 “You have a keen eye for swords, soldier,” said the blacksmith, setting down his hammer and moving to the front of his stall. Squinting out into the...
KING YVORIAN’S WAGER, by Darrell Schweitzer On the morning of his father’s funeral and his own accession, King Yvorian had a vision. It came to him as he rode in solemn state on the golden...
A NIGHT IN THE WITHERLANDS, by Daniel Stride, artwork by Simon Walpole I sank my teeth into another sour marsh-apple. It’d been that, and little more, since the previous night. Donkey-cart...
WIGHT, LONELY WEEP THOU, by Oliver Smith Old Grim blew in on a black winter gale, crows at his shoulder, the wolves at his heel. Beasts of the snow followed over the fields; they left trees like bones and...
LESSONS IN SPELLCASTING, by Colleen Anderson Vortex formed, sucked into the Abyss Exited into a blizzard, ice biting like millions of insects Created orb of all-seeing light Reached a new understanding...
THIRTY-NINTH WAR BETWEEN INNIS AND MEQING: COMMENCEMENT, by Mary Soon Lee, artwork by Simon Walpole Not a battle, but a raid, not on impulse, but under orders– Prince Connol would have risked his...
2021. Finally. Oh, do not rest easy my friends; we may have gotten out of 2020, but like the Battle of Pelanor Fields, it is just a prelude for marching upon Mordor, such is the situation we find ourselves in...