1. Heroic Fantasy Quarterly&...

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!)....

2. Heroic Fantasy Quarterly-...

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...

3. Heroic Fantasy Quarterly&...

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...

4. Heroic Fantasy Quarterly&...

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...

5. BRIDE-PRICE PAYED TWICE

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...

A GAME OF CHESS

A GAME OF CHESS, by David Pilling: On the morning of one inauspicious day in early spring, with the sky as grey as the towers of Camelot and the incessant rain trickling into our chain mail, we rode out. One...

RENEGADE

RENEGADE, by Alex Marshall: The silence deepened as the boat slipped onward under the trees.  Even the dip and pull of the pilot’s oar made scarcely a noise as the slime-dark hull skimmed the water. ...

DANCE UPON SAND

DANCE UPON SAND, by Seamus Bayne: I consider how fragile humans are as I bring my axe onto the shield of the cavalrywoman. The blade bites deep, and blood sprays forth. She drops her shield, screaming. Her...

ADVENT OF AN APOCALYPSE

ADVENT OF AN APOCALYPSE, by Bethany Powell: They are combing each other’s hair when the end comes. A raven’s poised to land in their linen standard and they do not jump when the horn sounds the...

HEROIC FANTASY QUARTERLY–ISSUE 12

Just in case you’re wondering what to do now that March Madness and the NCAA basketball tournament is coming to a close, we have a suggestion: read something! Better yet, read Heroic Fantasy Quarterly Issue...

CROWN OF SORROWS

CROWN OF SORROWS, by Seamus Bayne: The mistress Paracevia is the only one who knows my real name at the brothel where they find me. Those who’ve come for me think they’re clever — they wait deep into...

RHINDOR’S REMISSION

RHINDOR’S REMISSION,  by Russell Miller: He was pissing hot gravel. Rhindor pulled his silver beard away and looked down, just to be sure. As always, there was no molten lava or bloodied bits of razor,...

BLADE AND BRANCH AND STONE

BLADE AND BRANCH AND STONE, by Spencer Ellsworth: Lassan   The trees were screaming. Mortars shattered white wood that bled golden sap. The Fei looked down from the ridge with cold blue eyes, raised...

BURYING THE PLOUGHSHARE

BURYING THE PLOUGHSHARE, by Bethany Powell: Failure — wide open failure, scent of hot dust and sunrays on the green of weeds baking where they’re harvested all together, walling this plot. The...

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