Category Archives: Single Shot Fiction

The Wizard’s Divan

Imagine a bard telling one of those dying-tales where he plays the Dark Judge and addresses you as heroes standing before him in the Last Palace, your lives’ deeds arrayed before the court.

You know the ones I’m talking about.…

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Lore of the Hundred Millionth Day: The Trow

“History of the Trow,” From the Palatine Legendarium

(Ex Libris Liam ap-Sithe)

Long ago, before the Final Empire, the universe wept the deaths of monsters blood-red into the sky, crimson of their blood, of the aura of the HUNDRED-HANDED falling fast…

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Descent, Part Four (Final)

Part Three is here. All sections here.

It’s a giant’s cupped hands, carved of red granite shot with white veins: lightning and blood. Aya steps aboard. The boat’s ten cubits long, but four old Bahn-Erl eunuchs shove it in

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Descent, Part Three

Part One is here. Part Two is hereAll published sections here.

An hour past the charred wreckage of Aya’s revenge, her caryatid’s briefing proves its accuracy. Down here, humanity’s a slave clade. Eight Woman-born pull a jewel- studded cart by their collared

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Descent, Part Two

Part One is Here. All published sections here.

There’s always a fast way down.

Heron’s Rock is an old whore of a dungeon, built by protogolems when magic first battered the world. Fearful kings commanded these last purely

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Descent, Part One

“A five percent chance of encountering one of the Shrouded,” says the caryatid. The alabaster woman-machine pushes the deepsilver circlet to rest on Aya’s ears; threads inside enter her flesh. They sting like hail on her temples. “For the Deep

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Black Sweat

Camping the Black Sweat is complex task. Write lists, build routines, break it down. First, get rid of the bodies. Loot them too, but that’s not strictly part of camping. We’d do it whether we planned to camp or not.…

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Shatner’s Face

Another repost from Livejournal.

“Going into space with Shatner’s face.”

“Bullshit. No, wait – you’re going to get a mask made?” Barry checked the edges of his own: a latex Charlton Heston/Brad Pitt fusion thing.

“I mean his actual face.…

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Dungeon Crawl

Let’s get the fiction started with something that’s been posted over on my Livejournal . . .

You go to a tavern to meet a wizard, who hires you to enter a dungeon.

“That’s how it’s done,” said Mum. “It’s…

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