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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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  Read the Previous Story Vergun attacked Astrid first. A blurring stab right at her chest. There was a time I’d have taken offense to something like that—not being chosen as the most dangerous opponent. Not ...

A Dance with Lord Vergun

Short Fantasy Stories, Tales of Narova Black Hair

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When I entered her chambers, Astrid was lounging in that same throne-chair thing I’d last seen her in. “Narova,” she said. Voice flat. “Astrid.” “Heard about Leviathan,” she said. “You and ...

Silk and Leather

Fantasy Erotica

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  Read the Previous Story We reached Beyte’s tower near dusk and found it engulfed in flames. Every level and window was dressed in fire. The only thing more astounding than the height of the flames—which must ...

The Killing Grounds

Short Fantasy Stories, Tales of Narova Black Hair

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Attack the Dark Lord’s fortress, they said. It’ll be heroic, they said. I am Ramir the Windblown—a trueborn Nord. Veteran of the Imperial Legion. First sergeant of the third phalanx of the Felix ...

A Thousand Dead at Sunrise

Short Fantasy Stories

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  Read the Previous Story Babette was a pretty terrible rider considering she’d had three-hundred years to practice. The pubescent vampire rode next to me on a chestnut-brown courser. She couldn’t seem to balance ...

Horse Charms and Warning Signs

Short Fantasy Stories, Tales of Narova Black Hair

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Five of us were leaving the next day to hunt down and murder a Thalmor lord. It would be a dangerous job. A bloody job. We were excited. We sharpened our blades and we cooked our poisons. We practiced the silent casting of ...

The Dark Brotherhood Christmas Special

Short Fantasy Stories, Tales of Narova Black Hair

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Read the Previous Story Astrid’s new fortress—bought and paid for with Skooma and blood—rose up between the low-hanging clouds like a massive fist of stone. I was tired from all the teleporting. ...

The Root Cellar

Short Fantasy Stories, Tales of Narova Black Hair

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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