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...
BEGGAR’S BELIEF, by Jon Byrne My real name is Ingo Delk, but those who are acquainted to me, and I mean acquainted as I have no friends, call me either Ur Tansdoki, or Doki for short, which in Massamic...
THE BLUE LAMP, by Robert Zoltan Tis hard to lose a tattooed man, Six and one-half feet tall, I’d say, In shades of cobalt and cyan Within a sunless, cloudless day. But if into a shop you stray, Where...
AN ORACLE, by Ann Keith Putting your concentrated might Into your spirit, you will fight The whole day long, and into the night, And all the night till dawn. Though the heavens rock and the clouds be...
THE ROYAL DOORS, by Eliza Victoria You fold your hands and talk of your sorrows. That is the only way to get through the day these days and the only way to get through the door. Oak and birch, painted silver,...
A TALE AT BEDTIME, by Mary Soon Lee Lie still and listen well. “Yes, Mama, I know,” said Prince Keng. Before the dragons flew to King Nariz, before the time of demons, Batar was the...
On top of the floods of spring, the heat of summer has now fallen upon Oklahoma like the very hammer-strike of Grond! Yet we push through the heat, scouring the world to find the best sword and sorcery...
BEAST HUNTER’S SONG, by Michael Liguori “You’re a big fellow,” the serving girl said. She was a new face in the brothel, and though she stood a bit short for Sedrick’s tastes, her comely face and warm...
WHITE ELEPHANTS, by Linda Donahue Driving gilded chariots, gaudy embassy guards rode across the Persian desert. A shaded chariot, drawn by four horses in silk caparison, led a white elephant, its tusks...
ENGINES RARELY SEEN, by N.G. Lancaster The Grift came back from upstairs all red-faced, saying that he was going to help his whore dole out a vendetta. The whore himself, a wispy kid who was ugly but...