Category: Short Stories

The Statements of William Tobey

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Even as I did so, a hurtling mass of reeking fur and flesh struck me from behind, at the small of my back, so that I was flung…through the gaping window into the drenching, storm-tossed darkness of the night. I I have read my erstwhile colleague’s account of my supposed disappearance one blood-curdling night on…


The Fenton Troll Tooth

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Of a sudden, the thunderous footsteps halted.  There was an enormous, effortful groaning accompanied by a vast, wet, sucking sound, as if a titan galosh had been pulled free of a correspondingly large quagmire.  Finch spun in outright panic toward Bane and the girls. I Atticus Bane, intrepid inquirer into the improbable and the explicable,…


The Wildman of Dismal Hollow

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Bane turned slowly, and met the volcanic glare of two burning, bloodshot eyes, peering out at him from a dirt-streaked, nut-brown face, wreathed by greasy, tangled hair; the apparition thrust from the undergrowth less than a foot from Bane’s nose. I That intrepid team of inquirers into the improbable and the inexplicable, Atticus Bane and…


The Wear-Wolf of Blood Manor

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Field stones in the old walls winding about the property shattered with gun-shot explosions that would have startled coveys of partridge into the air, had those not been imprisoned within the frozen wickerwork of their sheltering underbrush, lucky to still be on the living side of hypothermia. I Frost Giants – immense, primordial, inhuman entities…


The Zombie(less) Apocalypse

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A thunderous crash, punctuated by a roar of frustration, rattled the water glass on Bane’s nightstand. It sounded as if the unhappy ursine was attempting to mimic human speech, and failing miserably. I On an unseasonably cool and pleasant night in early September; in the hinterlands of Loudoun County, Virginia; in a farmhouse called Runeharrow,…


How Much For Just the Good News?

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[This is another bit of the original backstory to Bane of the Dead that didn’t make it into the final cut, as it were.  The story ultimately went in another direction, but didn’t wander far: you can still find some of the themes and tropes presented here in the finished MS.”] From: C. Ashton Lumley,…


Another Day, Another Gotterdammerung…

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Odin squatted on one side of the ritual fire, and the spirit of the seeress, the volva, swirled and shifted on the other, a smokey sketch of a woman, hollow-eyed and hollow-voiced.  She had been torn from her rest in the dim and misty reaches of Helheim by Grimnir’s runes, to answer his insatiable need…


The Haunter of the Park

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Sean Lana ran toward the sunset, sure that it would be his last.  The strength in his long, lanky frame was ebbing fast, and the fiends drew closer with each stride, gibbering , moaning and snapping their splintered teeth. He’d thought he was doing all right, working his way ever so slowly through the outskirts…