Heroic Fantasy Quarterly Issue 13 went live July 1. This is our 3rd anniversary issue — hard to believe! And equally hard work, at times, but the joy of discovering cool stories, poems, and art makes it all worthwhile. Big thanks to William Ledbetter for joining the team a year or so ago, and to Jim Lecky for throwing in for a stint before William. And of course big thanks to all our contributors over the years. (Is HFQ too young for me to use that verbiage — over the years?)
Here’s a snippet from Issue 13’s editorial, including content:
Even as the rumble of the Oklahoma City Thunder fades, Heroic Fantasy Quarterly keeps the adrenaline going with Issue 13. This is our three-year anniversary issue — an eternity on the internet! Coincidentally, tales by two of this quarter’s fictioneers mark their third publications at HFQ. Weird. But in a good way. In this issue we’re also proud to present poetry by a Texan and an Oklahoman — a veritable Red River Rivalry of speculative poetry!
We get year four off to a strong start with a full complement of material:
A GAME OF CHESS, by David Pilling
Two-time HFQ alum David Pilling is back with his third remarkable tale, in which the most disabused knight of the Round Table has to do some heavy heroic lifting to save his hotheaded companion. We got your en passant right here!
RENEGADE, by Alex Marshall
Also returning for a third round is Alex Marshall with a tale of adventure, action, and a last shot (pun intended, you mixed-techies) at redemption in his far-future world of Pangaia.
DANCE UPON SAND, by Seamus Bayne
We enjoyed last issue’s CROWN OF SORROWS so much that we had to have more adventures of the now less-than-human Ordwin. If you missed this tale’s forbear, check it out here.
ADVICE ON THE SLAYING OF WURMS, by Michelle Muenzler
No ordinary creatures, no ordinary rules.
ADVENT OF AN APOCALYPSE, by Bethany Powell
Bethany Powell is back at HFQ with another great piece. You think your work is never done? Try escorting fallen warriors to the afterlife . . .
Jonas Jakobsson’s Watched by Owls graces our banner in Issue 13. Many thanks, Jonas — love your work! If you want to check out more of his art, you can find him at Deviant Art, here.
To read the rest of the editorial and for live links, click here.
Thanks for stopping by!
Heroic Fantasy Quarterly Issue 12 went live April 1st — and on time, as usual. This issue’s art is by two-time contributor Mariusz Gandzel. Thanks, Mariusz . . . you’re providing all the eye candy we need!
As for mind candy, check out what we’ve got for you in HFQ Issue 12:
CROWN OF SORROWS, by Seamus Bayne
As sword and sorcerous as we’ve seen in quite awhile at HFQ! A mercenary must become more (and far less) than human to claim a prize.
RHINDOR’S REMISSION, by Russell Miller
The mantle of centuries weighs heavy: a sorcerer’s vast mystical power on the one hand, imminent senility on the other!
BLADE AND BRANCH AND STONE, by Spencer Ellsworth
New dangers, new magics, and new moral dilemmas meet settlers at the edge of an empire.
BURYING THE PLOUGHSHARE, by Bethany Powell
Ah, the joys of carving out a peaceful existence in postwar times. Wait — joy might not be the best choice of words.
SIDHE-SONG, by Phil Emery
A Celt survives the battlefield to live life freely and on his own terms. Or maybe not . . .
LEGEND, by Colleen Anderson
The ultimate endangered species, ultimately hunted to extinction. Almost brings a tear to the eye. Almost.
Last but not least, here are a couple of reviews for HFQ Issue 12:
Thanks, reviewers — we appreciate the love!
And thanks to you for stopping by Storm of the North blog. In coming months, I hope to have exciting news regarding publication of Storm of the North, the novel.
Until then, go forth and read!
We published the third issue of Heroic Fantasy Quarterly on New Year’s Eve. (Yes — HFQ editors DO have lives! We’d done all the work already and merely needed to push the virtual publish button. Sweet!) HFQ Issue 3 features a very cool Samurai tale, a decidedly original Arthurian story, and a gun-wielding dragon-slayer yarn.
You can check out these stories here:
Thanks for stopping by!
Happy Thor’s Day, everybody!
I haven’t posted on Thor’s Day since August, and while I normally reserve Thor’s Day posts for things strictly Norse today I’m making an exception. Why? Because yesterday the world lost another Robert Howard.
This is an important name. If you’ve followed this blog and/or my involvement with the ezine Heroic Fantasy Quarterly, then you doubtless know of my great respect for (and influence by) a writer named Robert E. Howard. You know, the guy who gave us Conan the Barbarian. (Among other things.)
Until yesterday, I thought this Robert Howard (REH) was the greatest of all Robert Howards who ever lived.
But then a US Soldier named Robert L. Howard died.
And if you’ve read any portion of my novel excerpt, you probably understand the tremendous respect I have for honorable warriors. Which is why Robert L. Howard trumps Robert E. Howard for the title of Top Bob at Storm of the North blog.
If you’re not familiar with the soldier and great American named Robert L. Howard, do yourself a favor and check out his page at Wikipedia. If you don’t feel like reading further, then just hit RLH’s Wiki and scroll down to see the images of his many, many medals and bars — word has it he’s the most decorated US soldier of the 20th century. (Eight Purple Hearts. Eight? Seriously — did this guy ever get tired of being wounded? Had he no fear at all — not even of military hospitals? Did I mention his winning of The Congressional Medal of Honor — America’s highest military award — alongside two other recommendations for the same award within barely more than a year. I’m guessing 99% of soldiers never receive a single recommendation in an entire career.)
Truly, truth is stranger than fiction; no mere writer could’ve dreamed up this man’s exploits and made them believable. Thus in the case of Robert L. Howard the warrior vs. Robert E. Howard the writer, actions speak way louder than words.
So Robert L. Howard you deserve the best of all toasts, offered here for a true warrior as written in the Havamal and translated by the incomparable H. R. Ellis Davidson:
Cattle die, kinsfolk die,
oneself dies the same.
I know one thing only which never dies —
the renown of the noble dead.
Hey! (For the uninitiated — drink!)
For more information on Robert L. Howard, visit the RLH Tribute website.
Head’s up, yo! Heroic Fantasy Quarterly is alive and well and, well, we’ve published our second issue. I co-own and help edit this mutha. Check out some cool adventure fantasy — stories and poems — here:
Thanks for stopping by. See ya Tuesday!
After 6+ months of work and a few intense weeks recently, I’m thrilled to announce we’ve published the first issue of Heroic Fantasy Quarterly! HFQ is a FREE quarterly ezine featuring short fiction and poetry — most with a slant favoring straight-ahead adventure fantasy. We’ve got some really cool stuff on tap and I hope you’ll check it out. Here’s a link:
And with that I’m taking a break from blogging for a couple of weeks. We’ve still got a ton of submissions to go through at HFQ, and I also want to focus on my own fiction writing for a bit.
Thanks for stopping by!
Happy Thor’s day, everybody!
As co-proprietor and editor of Heroic Fantasy Quarterly, I’ve been mighty busy the last couple weeks with duties related to HFQ’s July 1 launch. Because I’m equally busy this week, I thought it would be fun to dig into a little book called FEROCIOUS COMMON SENSE and share a few sayings that capture the spirit of heroic fantasy.
These verses are John Louis Anderson’s interpretations of a section of The Elder Edda known as Havamal, which is also known as ‘Sayings of the High One’.
Rise early to battle for your life
or win another’s land;
Prey never falls to sleeping wolves,
nor victories to sleepers.
Never praise a day till the sun has set,
nor a torch till it’s burned out;
Ice till it’s crossed,
nor ale till the cup is empty.
The generous and bold live the best lives,
and seldom harbor sorrow.
But the timid shrink back from life,
and the greedy cling to spare change.
The foolhardy think they will stay unhurt,
if they keep aloof from the fray;
But old age will wound them all the same,
even though no spear cut through their flesh.
Your gifts need not be large,
sharing what you have will oft bring thanks;
Half a loaf and a half-empty cup
have won me many friends.
Words to live by, yo. Wait — I mean words to live by, ja.
Thanks for stopping by. See ya Tuesday!