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 WORSHIP OF THE LORD OF THE ESTUARY AND THE WAGES OF HEROISM, by James Frederick William Rowe: It came from the sea, a thing of cold, slime, and teeth. Declaring its presence through murder, it took the...
DEATH AT THE PASS, by Michael R. Fletcher: That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning for burial. -Shakespeare, Julius Caesar Somewhere there was a Necromancer. Of that there...
BEFORE THE VILLAIN, by Alexandra Seidel: Should I give up now because it’s fate? Should I bury the sword handed to me through seven generations of firstborn mages in the watery soil of the moor? in the...
DUSKRIVEN, by Keith Kennedy: Broken teeth reflected back at me — the axe blade a mirror — blood on edge and face both, setting sun a glorified backdrop. Underfoot, skulls and hearts — the...
Summer has arrived in Oklahoma, borne upon merciless winds, hammering storms, and a solar fury unleashed way too soon. And yet we’ve ventured forth into the dizzying heat and found stories and poems that...
DOME OF FLORENCE, PART II, by Richard Marsden: Mahir continued to berate Filippo, both in heavily accented Italian and in his own dialect as well as a few choice curses from long-dead languages as they...
DEMON-FANG, by R. Michael Burns: Having no means of crossing this life, I make swordsmanship my hiding place. –Yagyū Muneyoshi, Heihō Kaden Sho, 17th Century Somewhere in the deep of night, the Fang...
OF CASTING PITS AND CAUSTIC SALTS, by Scott H. Andrews: Turusha squeezed the draft-scarab’s reins and fought the urge to scrape her itching wrists against the seat of the cart. The line of creaking...
THE CHRONICLE: FRAGMENT THIRTY SEVEN, by Robert William Shmigelsky: the Wars of Men: history doomed to be repeated from time to time — Chrono [1] from that familiar comfort zone you materialize out of...