Fiction Tag

Dwaithelord — an honorific for the tribal leader of a coven of dwarven wraith soul stealers. Traditionally male, Dwaithelords are honor-bound to defend their their subjects to the point of True Death if necessary. Dwaithelord B’lain embedded his magicked axe in the skull of the Ctalte’en...

Shardik woke to the high-pitched laughter of the woman and growled quietly to himself. He took to sleeping in the heat of the summer afternoons more often as the years went by. “Stop tickling me, Tommy!” The smallish figure entered the cave laughing. “At least wait...

Jake hobbled in to the kitchen and half-sat on his haunches. The old dog’s hips didn’t quite have the elasticity for a proper sit. He more or less squatted and leaned against my leg. It was my turn to deal and we were in the homestretch....

Captain Nestor breathed a sigh of relief as his yacht left the hanger bay of the Vindictus. Finally, some alone time. It’d been too long since he’d taken holiday. The conflict with the Faradur took much longer to resolve than necessary. Piracy, even light-years away,...

Reflected in the steel above, I watch the red line widen as he traces the scalpel from my navel to between my breasts. I tense as the sting turns from blister hot to icy cold; but I won’t scream, denying him that final satisfaction. Photo by...

Peter wanted a smoke. It wasn’t so much a physical need as an emotional imperative. After all, he was three years old. Fucking gypsies. He woke up staring at that God damned solar-system mobile again. That thing scared the shit out of him for years last...

‘How the Hell did he get up there?’ thought Tony as he looked up the rampart wall of the prison’s exercise yard. Wendell held what could only be a shiv to the narrow throat of their beloved Warden Thomas H. Macey. He’d been lined up to...

I waited impatiently for my computer to shut down. It’d been a long day of meetings and Brenda called several times. I reached down to press the power. I heard a ding and looked up to see a message. ‘It’s a poor sort of memory that only...

It’s never been easy working in the same place where Mom died. The university’s sprawling campus occupied most of the peninsula, and the hospital sat at its edge. The medical school annually stamped out young doctors and nurses, and the hospital kept the research facility...

Officially, the Marcy Bell was a salvage rig, licensed for Canadian and international waters but not American. Since 9/11, it was only through a sea of red tape that non-government ships could comb the shoals. For independents, it was impossible. MacKenzie was an honest man—...

Agent Justin Cayse left the bordello from the rear, having escaped his captor. Ava Longleggs, always the most generous of hosts, enjoyed Mister Cayse’s visits immensely, often more than once. To be sure, the restraints were optional. “Do come again, Justin,” she said as she played...

Eunice sat on the edge of her daughter’s bed and stared out the window, the rustling of leaves muted by glass. Spotting a flash of motion to her left, she snapped her arm out and clamped her hand shut. The knuckles of her trembling hand...