Even as I watch, a seven-foot-tall demon emerges. It growls and looks at the wall that divides the city. Before it can take another step, one of the roots crawling through the city rises up with unnat...

I was admitted into the ranks of the witches, but I have never truly belonged, not even when my body started changing. The only place I am sure I belong to is in my lover's arms in the clearing where ...

You know that thing you humans say about how your life flashes before your eyes just before you die? I think you guys might be onto something. I have lived for eons but every single day is running thr...

You know that thing you humans say about how your life flashes before your eyes just before you die? I think you guys might be onto something. I have lived for eons but every single day is running thr...

Today, like every other day, I wake up expecting to die before night comes. No, I’m not suicidal and I don’t have a death wish. I am just a Hunter. The life expectancy of the average Hunter in the Sec...

Today, like every other day, I wake up expecting to die before night comes. No, I’m not suicidal and I don’t have a death wish. I am just a Hunter. The life expectancy of the average Hunter in the Sec...

The humans crawl into us, carrying their instruments and consulting their manuals. Their hands run over us, searching for nuts and bolts and hidden crevices. We are big toys that they all long to play...

Even as I watch, a seven-foot-tall demon emerges. It growls and looks at the wall that divides the city. Before it can take another step, one of the roots crawling through the city rises up with unnat...

creating an online fantasy magazine & podcast

creating an online fantasy magazine & podcast

Scary stories for the Halloween season by Peter Darbyshire--a new tale in his series of the gunslinging fallen angel Azrael--and Oluwatomiwa Ajeigbe--a sequel to his Ignyte Award-winning story “A Witc...

Have you ever seen a behemoth? The ones brought in by the foreigners after the silent war? I was a boy, eight, nine years old, when I saw it. Have you ever seen a forest catch fire? Your entire villag...

I am running out of Words. I stumble down the temple steps, clutching my wounded side. I had been too slow to use my fourth Word and the prison guard’s spear had drawn blood before he choked to death ...

My head. Let’s start with my hair, more specifically, follicle by follicle. Brown in color to match my eyes; curly like traps—I’m Black—see it now. My hair lies fluffy on my head, like a good wig for ...

Issue #444 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies online magazine, featuring stories by Peter Darbyshire and Oluwatomiwa Ajeigbe and cover art by Bruce Brenneise.

Issue #444 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies online magazine, featuring stories by Peter Darbyshire and Oluwatomiwa Ajeigbe and cover art by Bruce Brenneise.

Dear Dr. Erzsébet Krajcsik-Nagy, I am contacting you as a member of the general public, and not as a fellow scholar, though I must say my chosen field of art history does have certain similarities to...

A long-overdue shift to female perspectives means male authors are being sidelined, or so says the founder of Conduit Books, a new publishing house that trades only in novels written by men. Nick Duer...

The humans crawl into us, carrying their instruments and consulting their manuals. Their hands run over us, searching for nuts and bolts and hidden crevices. We are big toys that they all long to play...

The first thing you have to know is that I did not kill the gods. Now, I’m sure you must have heard differently from your parents when they tell you bedtime stories, your priests who tell you their se...

I was admitted into the ranks of the witches, but I have never truly belonged, not even when my body started changing. The only place I am sure I belong to is in my lover's arms in the clearing where ...