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    Reading Time: 11 minutes Although he had never seen the— the thing—in the next room, he knew full well what it was. And that was why one such as he now quivered in enervating terror.

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    Zero Hour

    Reading Time: 6 minutes                 In the trench, it was cold, dark, and wet, and everyone knew the stillness would not last.                 Barclay, sitting on an empty ammo box, ran shaking fingers along the barrel of his Lee-Enfeld carbine. He’d seen vets obsessively clean their rifles before battle, polishing and oiling each part as if it would be inspected by Field Marshall Haig himself. It seemed to give comfort. But with his jitters any kind of fine work would be impossible.                 Lounging next to him on some sandbags, fiddling with something, was Jameson. His rifle lay propped against the earthen wall. After a moment came a click and…

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    When Monkey Stole Esu’s Voice in Afromyth 2

    Reading Time: < 1 minute I am so honored to be included in this African-themed anthology. ND Jones accepted When Monkey Stole Esu’s Voice, which in my opinion is one of my strongest stories and I loved researching and writing. ND is also amazingly professional to work with! Link below to buy this cool anthology.

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    The Dragon Slayers

    Reading Time: 5 minutes Perisval climbed the ash-blackened trail of Gray Mountain for three days and three nights. At the summit, he found Princess Elanere, shivering, her silk gown caked with sooty residue from acid rain. Many moons had he sought her, after falling in love with her image on an ivory cameo necklace. Upon reaching her kingdom, he’d discovered she’d been given up to a dragon, and marched hard on her trail. He knelt before her chained form. “Princess, I am Perisval, your rescuer.” “My fate is already written,” Elanere said, and without looking at him, jingled a silver chain attaching her wrists to a basalt pillar. Perisval unsheathed…