The Netherworlds. There are a countless number of them in the universe, all with their own societies and customs. Why, nearly anything you could think of could be represented in the form of one of these demonic worlds. A world that has been converted into a gigantic spa resort run by slimes that poison their customers instead of detoxifying them? Why not? A...
IT LOOKED like a good thing: but wait till I tell you. We were down South, in Alabama - Bill Driscoll and myself - when this kidnapping idea struck us. It was, as Bill afterward expressed it, "during a moment of temporary constipation in the brain cells"; but we didn't find that out till later. There was a town down there called Cockston, named after the at...
"Oh, darn." Eumeni tutted, grinning, as the last man sank to his knees, staring at them in pure adoration. She gave her bare breasts a little bounce together with her hands. "Was that... too hard? Poor boys." The other three Thriae giggled at their triumph. The seven men knelt before them, eyes glazed over, lost in the Thriae's bodies. And why shouldn't the...
Ever since she was a little girl, she'd always believed in faerie tales. Always believed in magic, in wondrous stories and legends. Grandma had told her the stories when she was little: stories of places where strange, unexplained, even magical things happened. Separated from the world only by a thin veil of science and disbelief, a world of magic existed. B...
Dame Sara Illou, Knight of the Land, sucked an annoyed breath through her teeth as she gazed ahead of her. Her path was completely blocked by a rockslide. She would need to find another way around and the sun was already beginning to lower in the sky. She had already lost time earlier in the day trying to cross a river (and then drying off when it didn't go...
Dame Sara Illou, Knight of the Land, awoke to the smell of cooking food. Delicious, rich, hearty food, the likes of which she had not had in weeks. She sat upright, looking around for the source. She smiled as she laid eyes upon Kal cooking in the corner, shirtless and wearing only a pair of loose brown pants. She knew this was not his natural form but that...
The Ahlissan Chronicles ~ Novella 2 ~ A Perilous Journey ~ 12 ~ Sword Against Sorcery Deloraa watched from the darkness of her perch high on a pillar just outside the central circle of light. She had watched as Lyzandred's thrall Meredith ran across the room and attempted to lock the doors to the ceremonial chamber. The demonic witch-priestess has also...
"Saxon slaves! Yellow-haired Saxon slaves!" Donaire turned at the slaver's shout on the back of his horse, with the sound of well-worn leather creaking. The heavy iron helmet he wore shortened his view to the side. Yet, he did glimpse the thin silhouettes of ragged blond-haired slaves atop a thick wooden block. Four . . . nay, five and the last two were wom...
Eddie shakes herself back to the present, blinking yet another onslaught of tears from her golden eyes. She turns and walks to the far side of the room and pulls the velvet cord which hangs there, a deep toned bell ringing in answer from somewhere deep within the Manse Farsalas, home of her kin for ages untold. A moment, or perhaps only a breath pass before...
(Note: Song is "The Trial of Lancelot" by Heather Dale. I do not claim any rights to the song or its lyrics. Author's note: This may just be the first in a long line of stories that should begin: "Problems that might have been solved by polyamory!") ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Camelot Thruple "King Arthur's knights, they filled the Tabl...