The wailing chant of Ostromo was scarcely audible above the rustle of grass. The Palace Gigantic, towers of flames and gold, loomed in the...

So what is this nonsense?    Excellent question, glad you asked. Sons of the Bear God is an awful and forgotten swords & sorcery novel ...

Ahead the shrivelled sorcerer fled in desperate leaps, his shredded finery and flapping limbs made his terror almost comical. Hormud consi...

They were close behind him as he ran, two riders charging side by side, lances dipped, whipping through the tall grass, tracing hungry lin...

“My brothers make a magic of sorts, and being sorcerers will not tread the devil grass.” The wizard scurried from the barbarians side as...

Hormud crouched behind the dense thicket and swore into a week’s thickness of beard. “Ape-thing,” he snapped at the twisted man crawling...

The harsh dawn sun prodded among the coverts of fir and ceder catching the flicker of iron as the riders drove their ponies on with the fl...

The seven towers of the Palace Gigantic were silent except for the pak pak pak  of bare feet on wet stone. "Little monkey wizard, you ...