Far to the south, just over the horizon, a discrete column of black smoke drifted and dissipated in the prevailing winds of early morning. Black smoke. That was odd.

Far to the south, just over the horizon, a discrete column of black smoke drifted and dissipated in the prevailing winds of early morning. Black smoke. That was odd.
The Necro laughed maniacally and mechanically as he swiveled his masked head back to the balcony on which sat a now despondent boy. Serves the sniveling rat right for being outdoors during Soulstice.
Under the Green Star by Lin Carter is not a ripoff, it’s a deliberately derivative fanboy love letter to Edgar Rice Burroughs and the sword and planet genre he created. It’s …
In 1936 Robert E. Howard tragically put a gun to his head and ended his own life upon hearing that his beloved (and terminally ill) mother would never come out […]
Note: This is a guest review by Michael. I just finished Dragonlance: Return of the Green . . . I mean Dragons of Spring Dawning. Like I said in my […]
Note: This is a guest review by Michael. I’m back with another review of an epic fantasy novel. Last time I stopped by I reviewed Dragonlance: The Fellowship of the […]
Note: This is a guest review by Michael. So I decided to read a fantasy novel again and based on a recommendation I agreed to try one of the Dragonlance […]
How can you be happy in this world? You have a hole in your heart. You have a gateway inside you to lands beyond the world you know. They will […]
The stream of indoctrination slaves never ends. They arrive on Shiva from all corners of the galaxy, most of them human . . . for humans were the only galactic […]
Dragondoom by Dennis L. McKiernan may just be the best fantasy novel you’ve never read. Over the years Dennis L. McKiernan has been accused of borrowing, if not stealing, the […]
The Children of Húrin by J.R.R. Tolkien is a work of fantasy that will not be, and perhaps is not capable of being, appreciated by all who read it. In a […]
The dark catacombs of the archaeological dig were deathly silent, punctuated only by the labored breathing of the two scientists. Robert Stone held his soiled and sweaty hand out into the darkness, the flashlight in his other hand casting flickering light against the glossy cavern walls as he steadied his balance on the narrow ledge.