Wednesday, January 27, 2021

The Embrace of Masa-Mangtow

 

What follows is a fragment of an account of a sea voyage by Hippias of Syracuse. It currently exists only as a Latin translation of an older Greek source. 

I.

Aranthur, one of the various sea-warlords who have run roughshod across the world of late, had carved himself a small kingdom among the lands to the west. These included a chain of islands that lay beyond and south of Gades. Unable to explore these islands himself, he procured the services of the famed explorer and cartographer, Erastus of Argos. Erastus in turn called upon me, Hippias of Syracuse, to undertake the voyage with him. Holding Erastus in high esteem as a mentor, and hungering to venture once more to unknown regions, I accepted his invitation.

Monday, September 7, 2020

Weird Tails Kickstarter

 Consider backing this collection of short stories. It will feature a grisly sword and sorcery tale by yours truly. 

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/innsmouthgold/weird-tails


Monday, August 17, 2020

The Stalkers of U’Ad

 

 

I. Waylaid!

    I stood at bay, the still-warm carcass of my slain dromedary at my back, surrounded by a half-dozen dwarfish Qllgir hill men; they brandished long, wickedly-curved knives and their eyes were hidden behind lenses of darkly stained glass. I tore the keffiyeh from my head and spat at them.

    “Dogs! Come forth and have done with it!”

Sunday, July 26, 2020

John Saxon, RIP.

We Schlock Lords have and will continue to bend knee to the Immortal Spirit of John Saxon.

Godspeed. 



Monday, June 1, 2020

They're Bitin' Down at Bonita Creek.


They're Bitin' Down at Bonita Creek.

(Being a Weird Western.)

 

I. A Bill Comes Due 



    Not for the first time Angus McCracken started as the loose shutters slammed against the side of his house. Not for the first time did he turn to angrily shout for his servants, only to remember he’d sent them away.

    Cursing, he topped off his glass of bourbon and shifted the Colt's Dragoon to a more accessible position on his desk. It was May twenty-forth, a date he’d had marked on his calendar these five years.

    Five years. It had passed damnably quickly.