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...
A BREATH OF DARKNESS, by Liz Colter: The wind gusted up the mountain, rattling the pine cones and shaking the blue-green branches of the trees. This was no fickle spring breeze, nor even a...
I WALK TOWARDS DEATH, by Elwin Linhirrie: I walk towards death with every step An outcome long foretold I keep my time in numbered breaths More precious now than gold Immortal once, or so they...
CHIRON, by: Gary Every: A horse has the heart of a hurricane and while running the tail and mane flutter furiously as if in a flurry of wind. Horses often run fast just because they can but horses run...
Welcome to Heroic Fantasy Quarterly Issue 20! With this issue we return to our regularly scheduled random mix of adventure fantasy fiction, poetry and art. And by all that’s good and right, for once we will...
MOUTH OF THE JAGUAR, by Evan Dicken: Hummingbird was to be the final sacrifice of the day. The man before her struggled on a raised stone slab, chest heaving as a flock of blood-spattered priests pinned his...
BY WAY OF THE EASTERN ROAD, by Jesse Knifely: Ren Terrowin skidded on the grimy kitchen floor and the tray of baked apples he held tottered. He slowed his steps as he picked his way across the flour sacks and...
THE CHALLENGER’S GARLAND, by Schuyler Hernstrom: Molok rose from his resting place in the damp earth. He mounted his black warhorse and rode through the gray mist, past broken tombs and stunted trees....
THE TAMING OF THE BEAST, by Brinsley Gale: He rode through darkling forest mere, feeling that the dawn was near And closed his eyes to banish fear; he rode to slay the beast. The Dragon slept within his keep,...
THE SWORD, by Cullen Groves: OSWULF: Well, sword, how much of foemen’s blood have you drunk, And into how many breasts have you sunk, Deeper sunk than Love’s black honeyed darts? I bare another...