Tales From the Magician's Skull #07

Tales From the Magician’s Skull is a fantasy magazine dedicated to presenting all-new sword-and-sorcery fiction by the finest modern crafters in the genre. These stories are the real thing, crammed with sword-swinging action, dark sorceries, dread, and ferocious monsters — and they hurtle forward at a headlong pace.

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Behold! I have fashioned a magazine like those from fabled days of yore. It overflows with thrilling adventures. There are swords, and there is sorcery. There are dark deeds and daring rescues. There are lands where heroes fear to tread. Dare you imagine it? Picture this as well — maps to wondrous and terrible places. Electrifying art for every tale. Guides to bring the terrors within to your own game table. All I lack are a few paltry shekels. Grant them to me, and I shall fling open a new portal to a world of ancient wonders! Join me, mortal dogs! Together we shall storm the gates of Valhalla!

Tales From The Magician’s Skull is a magazine of all-new swords & sorcery fiction. Let’s look at the table of contents!


Snake in the Fold by Clint Werner

From the Tales of Shintaro Oba • Osoroshii slithered lower down the pillars, her face bobbing only a few feet from Oba. There was no fear in the demon’s expression, only a look of smug triumph. “What will you
offer me in exchange, Sekigahara-san?”

The Gift of a Poisone Necklance by John C. Hocking

A Tale of the King’s Blade • “That’s her!” roared the massive man clearing space at the doorway. He pointed at their booth with an outthrust arm that appeared considerably thicker than Benhus’s leg, then lowered his head like the bull he resembled and charged.

Death Stalks the Night by D. J. Tyrer

“We cannot see it. It comes and goes unchallenged, leaving death behind it.” “Ah, the nightwalkers. They
come from a land south of here, born of jealousy and hatred. Some say they are muroyi of the worst kind, or
their twisted children, others say they are spirits who yearn to take physical form. Evil things.”

Dara's Tale by Mark Rigney

Dahnica ran, pelting toward the stairs, and she knew without looking back that the six-legged things at her
heels were faster than she, much faster. She would have to turn and fight.

Interred With the Worm by Scott J. Couturier

The tunnel leading down into the necropolis shone smooth and clean in my torchlight, almost as if polished;
at turns, a low moaning or gurgling sound came out of that wet darkness, a sloshing and pulsing sound, as abhorrent to my ears as it was unknown.

Beneath a Scarlet Moon by Nathan Meyer

The child stretched open its mouth, revealing rotted teeth. Wider and wider its grin stretched, splitting the face. Wailing shrieks blasted forth, filling the vestibule. The noise rushed through
Auric, filling the tunnel, filling the ruins, filling the sky

Beasts of the Bluestone Hills by James Enge

A Story of Morlock Ambrosius • Deftly avoiding Morlock’s blade, bloody with her stinking or-
ange blood, the beast jumped forward and struck him on the chest with a leonine paw. Morlock
was knocked clean off his feet and fell on the unpaved road. Every atom of breath seemed to be knocked out of him; he lost hold of his sword; the world went dark.