Anthology from Fantasy Writers Wanted group, containing 13 stories from around the globe. Tales of wizards, magic, dragons and all other things fantasy. There is a story here to appeal to everyone's taste, from those who enjoy a touch of romance to those with a thirst for adventure.
John I. Heeder, Joyce & Jim Lavene, Jennifer St. Clair, Erin Hoffman, Nicole R. Murphy, Lucinda James, Saira Haqqi, Richard Bray, Paul Brown. Eleven fantasy writers from around the world as far away as Pakistan and Australia as well as throughout the U.S. come together to bring fourteen fantastic stories of wonder and brilliance. Join James Richey and his fantasy writing cohorts on a magical adventure of the likes never experienced before.
An evil sorceress falls in love, a demon in hell repents, a vampire slayer comes out of retirement, an Indian woman uses magic to save her tribe, a contest to the death with faeries, a music-mage comes of her own, a lover time-travels to Arthurian times, a knight is trapped in an enchanted castle, an old woman shares a tale, an elf-girl changes a bitter heart, an assassin learns of his past, a fisherman befriends a dragon, a bride waits, a sculpture of wood falls for its maker.
Fantastic adventures await within Enchanted Realms.
Journeying on horseback through the darkened woods of Almor, his body shivering and feverish, Warwick knew that this would be the time and place he was to die. During the battle he had suffered a dagger wound to the chest. He had seen such wounds before--on men who had perished. That was the way of the knight, to risk all for God, country and honour. It was to be expected. But the purpose of his devotion had waned. Life had ceased to hold any more cheer or hope for him for quite some time now, which had contributed to this end. It was fitting that he was here, far from home, far from those he loved and cherished, that he could breathe his last breath, alone.
Warwick closed his eyes and suddenly found himself in Inversweign, at his family's humble estate--feeling the warmth of the fire in their quaint home, smelling the aroma of venison, hearing his mother's tinkling laughter and the raucous chuckling of his father. Though their lives were full of struggle and strife, he had witnessed their unfashionably open affections for one other, their strength in each other's love-- Warwick could not help but smile at their good fortune. The vision faded as hazy consciousness returned to him.
From Tapestry of the Heart, by Nicole R Murphy