Showing posts with label Esoteric. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Esoteric. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 7, 2021

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!

Monday, November 22, 2021

Coils

So I basically took chapter from a longer story and turned it into a CAS inspired bit of  "flash fiction".

Check it out after the jump.



Thursday, July 15, 2021

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)





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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, 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!”

Tuesday, March 31, 2020

Xoscullian


In the late 2020's eccentric trillionaire Darren Kovacs, nostalgically obsessed with the 80's arcade shoot-‘em-up Xoscullian, spends billions on a super advanced version of the game.

This version of Xoskullian becomes self-aware and seizes control of numerous defense systems nearly setting off an apocalypse trying to recreate its violent futuristic gameplay.

The renegade AI is thwarted by a team of special agents. Xoskullian is seemingly destroyed but survives, cropping up periodically to cause trouble, eventually contributing to a global crisis that results in the downfall of civilization. 

Xoskullian would seem to be no more in this ruined, primitive earth, but the name is remembered and deified by various cults that worship a garbled interpretation of the program.
Perhaps Xoskullian survives deep in some underground complex... dormant... waiting...

Tuesday, February 4, 2020

Sigyn of Kindle





Get your e-book here.

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.

Saturday, August 17, 2019

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.

Saturday, July 6, 2019

Bane of the Man-Serpent.

    Kaa-Vulth had battled past guardians human and inhuman, and cheated death at every turn.
    Now, he at last breached the inner sanctum of Man -Serpent. The he would pit cold steel against the eldritch sorcery of an ageless evil.


The Ghonshu Mystery

In 1974, geologist-turned-mystic-turned-paranormal lecturer Andrei Conrad published The Ghonshu Mystery through DAW books.

Conrad presented the feverishly outlandish narrative as fact, and was the butt of humiliation from skeptics and unimaginative reviewers.

The book was poorly received as both a work of science fiction and documentary, and Conrad fell into obscurity.

Mint copies of the volume command respectable prices today, as it is favored by collectors of the unusual.

Thursday, May 23, 2019

Queen Sigyn fragment

Fragment
    
    In replendant Velathra, ‘neath lapis vaults and diaphanous shrouds, Queen Sigyn slumbered, and slumbering, dreamt.

A Hiss from the Mound


PROLOGUE

 

   Kugar-Gaha slithered naked in his own blood to the obscene clay altar centered in the clearing he and his followers had hacked for the forest only a few moons agone. Without acknowledging his entrails spilling wetly from the wide gash in his belly, he turned to face his hulking, wolfhide-clad attacker.

Tuesday, January 15, 2019

Man-I-Pede





….What follows is claimed by Mr. Conrad to be a transcribed from a radio transmission he was party to during his time working with the I-Tech group. Conrad asserts the transmission was one of several made by a “General Blair” from an extrasolar planet named “Ghonshu”.  
I-Tech maintains that Mr. Conrad was engaged in no unusual projects during his employment, and Pentagon sources deny that any “General Blair” was reported missing during the timeframe Mr Conrad claims these various incidents occurred.



...It was probably about sixty, eighty feet long, ten, twelve feet in diameter. It had a hard shell like a lobster.Hard to say what color it was, everything has a bluish tint under Ghonshu’s weird, tiny sun. it had rows and rows of smooth, flabby arms, like a baby’s arms, each with fat, fingers with slimy bulbs on the tips. I want to say it had the head of a man, but that’s not accurate. The head was huge, the size of a VW beetle, bald, mottled and sprouting wart-like growths. It had a long tangled beard that seemed to have moss or fungus growing in it. It’s eyes were wide and rolled about crazilly. It’s mouth hung open and drooled over yellow peg-like teeth. It was gibbering the whole time. Sometimes it might have spoke words. It stunk too. Like mildew and rotting vegetables, but worse, and stronger.
    It had a big metal ring through it's nose, like someone might have led it around like a cow at some point. Best not to think about it.
 
    It sounds comical as I recall the thing, but it was no joke at the time. The locals shot arrows into it and hit it with axes and hammers and whatnot, that just seemed to anger it.

    Finally I had to use five more rounds from the M16 to put it down.