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...
As the spring rains bring forth flowers, so does Heroic Fantasy Quarterly bring forth the best adventure fiction and poetry! We’ve got four stories, two poems, with artwork and audio for your enjoyment. Behold! Fiction Contents Daughter...
SHADOWS AND FOXFIRE, by R. Michael Burns “Everything in this world is but a marionette show.” –Yamamoto Tsunemoto, Hagakure, ca. 1700 That night, the gods raged. Fūjin’s...
FEATHERS, by Andrew Knighton Hal stood on the track out of Olbry, feeling the wind whip off the moor, watching a dark shape soar on rotten wings. He heard the cawing of the raum crow and the whimpering of his...
HANDFUL OF SPRING, by Charles Paysuer Mina watched each step fall into the snow, those brief shadows around her feet the only landmarks in the shifting white. Directly behind her she felt Natham stumble...
ICE DRAGON’S LULLABY, by S.W. Smith The sky was young, as once was he, and all the world a single shallow sea. The sky was black when, birthed alive, he strove at first to fly, then learned to...
THE LAY OF HRETHULF GLAMIRSBANE, by Cullen Groves At the marriage feast of Glamir to the maiden Erna, in Glamir’s own hall of Hlodvangr, Hrethulf and his band of berserks drank the last of the mead and...
August has descended upon the plains of Oklahoma, and with it dramatic El-Nino spurred heat. A heat only broken by the occasional polar vortex. Through it all your faithful editors have scoured the world to...
A MATTER OF GOATS, by Ben Fenwick: An eerie call fell down the wind from the dark mountainsides. It was a high-pitched tone that fell slowly into a humanlike, ululating sob. Anton Le Bouveret felt the...
THE TOMB ROBBER’S TALE, by Sean P. Robson: The funeral procession wound like a wailing snake through Mourner’s Row, out the Death Gate, and around the sepulchral neighborhoods of the necropolis...
LADY CARDULA AND THE GRYPHON, by Shawn Scarber: Duncan hated human-sized books. Sadly, they were about the only tomes created and though he wrote long letters to the monks who lived in the...