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...
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...
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...
A PARADISE OF WASTELAND, by Adrian Simmons: On the fifth day after the sandstorm, Lemyta went to look at the world she had drawn in the dirt. She leaned over it, not yet so burdened by years that she needed...
THE SUCCUBUS, by Colin Heintze: the beat of wings, I pray an owl is cause enough to cower a woman-thing both fair and foul visits me each evening’s glower how many bargains, devil-struck how many hands that...
FORTUNE-TELLER, by E.L. Schmitt: A fold of painted cards across a rune-scribed palm. Inked in black and red, she tells his future nights. Across a pampered palm nails skitter, slip and show. She tells...
And boom! It’s November again! Welcome to Heroic Fantasy Quarterly Issue 18, our second on the new publication schedule. The disastrous weather took pity on us and, free from worrying about death and...
A LONELY GRAVE ON THE HILL, by Cesar Alcazar: Anrath yanked the reins of his horse as a piercing scream broke the silence of the night and startled the animal. After regaining control of the steed, the...
TAKING THE BAIT, by Jon Byrne: Timalo glanced over his shoulder for what seemed the hundredth time, peering back through the rain-swept darkness to check they were not being followed. And of course, like...
CORINTH, by Gerald Henson: They hounded me through the streets of Corinna. They had surrounded the crumbling barn where I slept and thought to catch me unaware, but even then I knew to listen in my sleep. I...