The cat turned its back to him and started grooming. After a pause, he pinched the end of its tail. It hissed and spun, swiping at the empty air where…
When her mother cut down the green jelly beast, she’d watched its remains ooze into the earth. ‘Keep back,’ her mother warned. But later, when a small chunk of green…
‘We await your response by sparrow?’ I murmured, reading the letter again. Something about destiny, the fate of many, and ‘answering the call’ … I turned it over and looked…
As part of the competition BOOKS & BONE is entered in (the Self-Published Fantasy Blog-Off), RockstarLit Book Asylum invited authors to submit short stories of the characters from their book…
Jason Aycock, the host of Self-Publishing Fantasy Month, kindly had me visit on his blog to talk about my self-publishing experience as a debut fantasy author. It’s a very personal…
The fox’s fur shimmered in the streetlights — not copper, but gold. Its disconcertingly blue eyes were fixed on his face. Its tail swept aside, revealing a bracelet of golden…
The ritual began with paint. Smeared across the eyes, across the lips, exaggerating the features, exaggerating the magic. Then a nose to draw the eye: look here. Look at me….
It’s dark. Rain rolls and bounces through the forest canopy and chimes against the windows of their little hut. They don their coat and hood, fill their pockets with pebbles,…
The red dragon crumpled to the ground, her wings snapped, her heart bared and beating with a weak volcanic glow. The knight limped up to that hulking, steaming body. His…
She’d found him tied to a fence at the side of the road, a noose around his neck and no collar to be found. A large black dog with a…