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  Read the Previous Story I do not know how long I was tortured in Cidhna Mine. The hours and days and weeks all roll together when there is no sunlight. Nothing to mark the time besides the agony of my claws being ...

The Khajiit and the Shadows

Short Fantasy Stories

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Read the Previous Story You were probably expecting some big battle. A protracted duel between me and Akavarin. Bolts of lightning from his hands. Vicious insults and fancy swordsmanship from me and ...

The Taste of a Human Heart

Short Fantasy Stories, Tales of Narova Black Hair

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Photo: Ario Anindito Read the Previous Story Narova woke up cold. She yawned, scratched her head, and flexed a half-dozen tattoos along her back and arms. Almost immediately, a simmering kind of warmth filled her ...

Panic and Mayhem

Short Fantasy Stories, Tales of Narova Black Hair

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Read the Previous Story That talking sword is a lying asshole. A Falmer army, it said. A coven of soul-eating necromancers. Earth and stone moving against me—attacks from every side. That description is not ...

Built for Destruction

Short Fantasy Stories, Tales of Narova Black Hair

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Read the Previous Story “You’re sure about this?” Narova asked. How many times are you going to ask me that? Murasame’s voice reverberated through her skull, speaking only to her. Narova scanned the ...

Narova and Murasame

Tales of Narova Black Hair

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Read the Previous Story After I strung Lord Vergun to the aspen tree, the Spriggans led me south. The aspen forest thinned and then faded—white trunks giving way to a warm grassland filled with blue-flowering ...

Lighter Than Bird Bones

Short Fantasy Stories, Tales of Narova Black Hair

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Read the Previous Story I found the Altmer hanging from an aspen tree thirty feet overhead—the soles of his golden feet were blistered and dirty. He looked pretty dead. There is a certain sway to a hanging corpse ...

The Hanged Man

Faron and Vera, Short Fantasy Stories, Tales of Narova Black Hair

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  Read the Previous Story Lord Vergun spent the entire night stitching the wound in his stomach back together. Murasame did not speak to him, but Vergun knew the massive blade was watching him struggle with the ...

The Path of Violence

Short Fantasy Stories, Tales of Narova Black Hair

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Read the Previous Story Narova found a yellowing elk skull in the brush and figured she could use it as a pot. She got a fire going—careful to set it up in a depression by the creek, and away from any trees that ...

Truth, Lies, and Spriggans

Short Fantasy Stories, Tales of Narova Black Hair

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I’ve killed seventy-four vampires in my life. I believe that is a record. People have boasted higher numbers between gulps of mead and ale, but I can always tell the sound of a lie as soon as it drips its way into my ...

The Vampire Hunter’s Lament

Short Fantasy Stories

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It had been raining in Falkreath for six days. The smell of pine mixed with damp, rotting wood like a nightmare mixes with a child's fear. Sem rode alone on a black horse, nothing but a sword on his hip and a bedroll on ...

Two Old Friends Meet Outside Falkreath

Short Fantasy Stories

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I was born in a small valley deep inside the Dragontail Mountains. An Orsimer from a proud family of warriors. Our land has been in turmoil for centuries, tugged on like a piece of meat between the jaws of Hammerfell and ...

The Dragon Slayings of Ozruk’Makai the Mad Fist

Short Fantasy Stories

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WARNING: Contains a really graphic male, male, female sex scene. If that's not your thing, stop reading! From the very first day she joined the Thieves Guild, Visara knew how things would end. Brynjolf had tried ...

Mercer, Brynjolf, and the New Girl

Fantasy Erotica

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Read the Previous Story I. Narova could feel the aspen grove alive beneath her. All of the roots were entwined under the earth—every trunk like a finger of some enormous, bark-wrapped hand of Nirn. She rubbed ...

A Game of Cat and Mouse

Short Fantasy Stories, Tales of Narova Black Hair

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Read the Previous Story Lord Vergun woke up on a rocky island in the middle of a river. His feet were in the water. Toes numb. It was an hour or so after dawn. Vergun knew this not by the position of the sun, but ...

Hunting Narova Black Hair

Short Fantasy Stories, Tales of Narova Black Hair

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