Showing posts with label fantasy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fantasy. 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.


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.