Bones of Aneth-Ka in Witch House # 2

 

a cornucopia of alarming tales, including my own Weird Urban Western, Bones of Aneth-Ka.

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https://witchhousemag.blogspot.com/2022/08/witch-house-issue-2-is-now-available.html

Arena of the Death Cult in Whetstone #5

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 https://whetstonemag.blogspot.com/2022/06/whetstone-issue-5-now-available.html

Six Heads for Gullahm-Khullgosh in Whetstone #4.

 https://whetstonemag.blogspot.com/2021/12/whetstone-issue-4-now-available.html

Download your free copy of Whetstone #4 for free and enjoy the mind boggling Six Heads for Gullahm-Khullgosh, along with other sanity blasting Sword and Sorcery!

Corridors - a new anthology

Tower of Ornelia in Savage Realms Monthly #5.

 My story Tower of Ornelia, is included in the latest Savage Realms Monthly:

Savage Realms Monthly: June 2021: A collection of dark fantasy sword and sorcery short adventure stories (Savage Realms Monthly Dark Fantasy Sword and Sorcery Adventure Magazine Book 5)

by Amazon.com Services LLC
Learn more: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B099FJZLNX/ref=cm_sw_em_r_mt_dp_NR1R5XC9265186H6GK0J

Sigyn Volume 2 Paperback available.

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Come and get it, True Believer!

Savage Realms #2

One of my tales has made it into this fine publication. 

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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!”

John Saxon, RIP.

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

Godspeed. 

Sigyn of Asgard volume two on Amazon.

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On the Three Millionth Day. Kindle edition.

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Sigyn of Kindle

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I've rewritten Sigyn out of the Hyborian  Age and into a quasi-historical bronze age. Reaching the pinnacle of vanity, I've self published with Kindle. At least it's cheap.

The Matrix of Khouzouhept

I
  Kaa-Vulth, deposed Emperor of Tazzozz, grinned as he surveyed the surreal vista laid out in the bowl-shaped valley beneath him.

The Track of the God-Ape

It is, I‘m told, natural for one to grow nostalgic as one ages. Like many others I look back with wistful fondness upon my youth and childhood. But I have also found myself immersed in reminiscences that are not connected with any events of my lifetime. Visions I would dismiss as daydreams or phantasms were it not for their vividness and the absolute conviction I have that I lived these events as surely as I attended grade school and enjoyed my first kiss. One such vision that forced itself upon me is a memory from when I was Diyang-Buru of the Stork Folk.

Wings out of Hell

Painting by Bob Rothwell.

www.deviantart.com/ustranga

Prologue

Excerpts from the Karkana Fragments, a collection of fifteen partially complete clay tablets housed at the Tokyo National Museum. 

It is claimed by some scholars they were translated to Greek from an earlier, proto-greek language from scrolls dating from 10,000 years B.C.E.:

    … Thus did Nanossuss of Koth with fivescore and twenty spearmen drive headlong into the massed throngs of the Red Brotherhood upon the beach at Velathra.

    Outnumbered twenty to one, and roughly treated by the archers loosing their arrows from the decks of some five hundred triremes thronging the bay, they smashed the pirate rabble and laid them low.
The retinue of Nanossuss slew until their spears were broken, then belabored the corsairs with sword and axe. The waves were stained deep crimson and the beach cluttered with all manner of human detritus.

The Grasping Coils

Prologue 

    The dark, bald-pated man finished encircling himself and a companion in a ring of rock salt, his saffron robes stained with sweat. In one hand he grasped a black candle, in the other an obscenely formed mandrake root. Wetting his dry lips he turned to his compatriot, a swarthy, mustachioed man clad in black silken finery.

She-Fiends of Yaramaj

She-Fiends of Yaramaj

Being an account of the violence that plagued that city, as recorded by Kostio, subprefect.

The First Incident

    It was in the third week of my assignment to the city guard of Yaramaj that the first incident occurred. The incident was unusual only in the fact it was brought to our attention at all, and that the one reporting it was such an outlandish individual. She was a green-eyed giantess of a woman, with flaxen hair bound it two great braids that reached to her waist, clad in a rude tunic sewn from a tiger’s pelt.