by Rudyard Kipling It was not part of their blood, It came to them very late, With long arrears to make good, When the Saxon began to hate. They were not easily
Editor’s note: The following is extracted from History, by Bernadotte Perrin (published 1912). (Go back to previous chapter) But the Ancient History of the Greeks never emancipated itself wholly from the influence of the epic poems. The revolt against it
(Continued from Part V) The siege was delayed as the newcomers, slightly more numerous than the warlock’s force, approached the hillock. Twenty horsemen, dressed in royal colors and led by the crown
(Continued from Part IV) They enjoyed the morning sunshine as the cart carried them through an uninhabited land of runty trees and barren hillocks. The sky was a uniform blue with the
Chapter 5: CafeNostrumCon The morning after Carrie tended to Our Hero in his gloriously high state, she was feeling good. Damn good. She’d gone home that morning (after leaving a fresh pot
(Continued from Part III) Though Fossick hated magic, it was obvious that he had learned plenty about it in the service of the Brethren. He quickly accepted the relationship between stone, spell,
(Continued from Part II) Grumadir entered the antechamber that accommodated both his writing desk and his runestone. The room lay between his temporary personal chamber and that of his benefactor, and was
(Continued from Part I) The smoke of Bramlet was heavy on Grumadir’s clothes and mind as he arrived at the Iron Horse. The faces of the patrons did not surprise him, as
Chapter 4: But They’re Raping Dostoevsky! Our Hero and Carrie laughed all the way to her car. They’d just finished breakfasting at The Awful Waffle, where, while paying for the check, they
Overlooking the valley where Bramlet once stood, Grumadir sat stunned atop his panting horse. Nothing he had heard about the other unfortunate towns did the scene justice. A landscape of ash and
Editor’s note: The following short story was published in Galaxy Science Fiction (July 1953). (Continued from Part 1) When Three did not answer, Rossel was nervously gazing at the snow, thinking of
Editor’s note: The following short story was published in Galaxy Science Fiction (July 1953). In the northland, deep, and in a great cave, by an everburning fire the Warrior sleeps. For this
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