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Read the Previous Story Veezara—the ferocious and merciless Argonian assassin, last of the Shadowscales—was so beat up and brutalized that I pretty much assumed he’d croak before I could get him back to the ...

The Last Shadowscale

Short Fantasy Stories, Tales of Narova Black Hair

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Read the Previous Story I collected my sword, my spear, and my bow. I went to kill the turtle. Vera would not come with me. Could not, according to her. I guess I believed that. Somehow it nagged at me, though. For ...

The Murder of Turtles

Faron and Vera, Short Fantasy Stories

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Read the Previous Story You want to be a hero. Everyone does. You want to do the right thing. Be the brave man. Shield the defenseless maiden. I’m not sure you could call Vera a maiden. Or defenseless, for that ...

Spears and Feral Argonians

Faron and Vera, Short Fantasy Stories

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Read the Previous Story After decapitating the drunken Altmer, I walked back to the Thalmor Embassy. I could have teleported across that snowy field and saved myself some time, but there was a strange and new kind ...

A Blink in the Snow

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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Read the Previous Story I counted nine men. They melted out of the shadows like demons. They were big—Nords, down to a man—but they had some sneak to them. For the first time, it began to dawn on me that I had ...

Claws in the Darkness

Short Fantasy Stories

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Read the Previous Story I spent three naked days down in Vera’s cave, wrapped in that silk bed and rubbing up against the red-headed sorceress in pretty much every way there was to do it. Being inside of her was ...

The Turtle Hunt

Faron and Vera, Short Fantasy Stories

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 Photo: Martine Johanna Read the Previous Story Loviron was drunk and horny and thinking about going into the woods to masturbate when Valmir's head was suddenly separated from his body. The beheaded sentry had ...

The Calamity Wrapped in Silk

Short Fantasy Stories, Tales of Narova Black Hair

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Read the Previous Story “Welcome to hell, cat,” the jailor said. Then he threw a pickaxe on the ground, locked the gate behind me, and walked away. His footsteps grew softer and softer until they ...

Lies and Murder in Cidhna Mine

Short Fantasy Stories