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

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!

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.

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)

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Learn more: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B099FJZLNX/ref=cm_sw_em_r_mt_dp_NR1R5XC9265186H6GK0J

Savage Realms #2

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

https://www.amazon.com/Savage-Realms-Monthly-collection-adventure-ebook/dp/B08Y5775T6

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.

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!”

Sigyn of Asgard volume two on Amazon.

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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.

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.

Queen Sigyn fragment

Fragment

    

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

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.