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...
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...
THE SHIP IN THE CLOUDS, by James Hutchings: I was walking alone on a wet stretch of stone that the guidebook had claimed was a beach and the sea was as gray as my spirits that day and I sighed as if robbed of...
THE REGION LINUIS, by Lorna Smithers: ‘Then it was that the magnanimous Arthur, with all the kings and military force of Britain, fought against the Saxons… The second, third, fourth and fifth (battles), were...
Ah, springtime in Oklahoma — continued: The flowers. The north-bound butterflies. The flowing creeks. The wildly overflowing creeks and huge hail and massive apocalyptic tornadoes! Then summer hits and...
A WHISPER IN ASHES, by Charles Gramlich: Down from the death-lands of snow came a warrior with eyes like scars. No one knew his origins. None could foresee his end. He had no name. The barbarians called him...
THE NATURE OF DEMONS, by J. Kathleen Cheney: The town elders left the corpse untouched for us to view, now more than a day dead. That the demon had fled the town already, I didn’t doubt. Even so, the...
JIRO, by Peter Fugazzotto: Boots poked out of thick undergrowth within a stone’s throw of the heavily rutted country road. What was visible of the armor – a bronze plated lamellar jacket – was congealed with...
DON QUIXOTE’S QUANDARY, by Colleen Anderson: He had studied flags, kites and pinwheels knowing them for the harmless fry of monsters they would soon become his duty for all his tilting at windmills...