• None Can Hide From These Eyes- Night Vision in SciFi and Fantasy

    Shabina lifted her visor and let the cool rain tickle her cheeks. It didn’t sting here like it did back in Kilel. The nuclear reactors powering this city apparently kept the weather in check better than back home. And it kept the air cooler, which helped in locating thermal signatures....

  • Elves-Getting To The Point

    Bardulf muttered under his breath, as he readjusted his glasses. He tried for what must have been the hundredth— no, millionth time to translate the ancient inscription carved into the stone slab. For someone who bragged about being able to see a target from two miles away, the elf had...

  • Venom Part 2

    Yes, I have tasted my own venom. Hardly what I would call an “experience,” to be honest. A little metallic, but mostly just water. Why the shocked face? Were you expecting a harrowing tale of me hanging onto life? I swear, you humans don’t just expect the worst, you crave...

  • Venom Part 1

    The Sting of Death Agatha Christy’s knowledge of poisons is impeccable. If you read any of her novels, you are guaranteed poison as the weapon of choice. Arsenic. Cyanide. Strychnine. Nightshade. The victim’s symptoms eerily accurate do the administered dose of choice. Find the source, you find your killer. Perhaps...

  • 2022 Updates!

    Hello all of you beautiful people! So, 2021 came and went like an unwanted llama that stumbled into your house. Noisy when it arrived, bucked you in the gut just when you thought you calmed it down, and then spat at you on the way out. Now, we begin 2022...

  • Science in Fantasy, Part 2

    It’s very easy to claim dragons aren’t real when you’re safe on your couch holding a nice warm cup of peppermint tea while finishing your vanilla biscuit and examining the naturalist sketches that surely, SURELY could only be from the imagination of a lonely field biologist. It’s much harder to...

  • Science in Fantasy, Part 1

    Brielle frantically dabbed the tip of her pen on her tongue and went over her math again. If she was about a thousand meters away, her firebolt, when cast at a thirty-degree angle, would require a velocity of about 120 meters per second. But, she had to take into account...

  • Medusa Staring Contest

    A snap behind a nearby tree catches her attention. The figure, scaled and fanged, lowers her most recent catch, a field mouse, from her lips. Another, tentative snap. It sounded too big to be a fox. Too small for a stag. Unlikely to be another gorgon; they don’t move through...