4th Annual Self-Published Fantasy Blog-Off – An Introduction
Hello, to all the followers of the SPFBO – Self-Published Fantasy Blog Off – the competition which began with an idle thought in the shadowed recesses of Mark Lawrence’s mind…
Hello, to all the followers of the SPFBO – Self-Published Fantasy Blog Off – the competition which began with an idle thought in the shadowed recesses of Mark Lawrence’s mind…
Today Fantasy-Faction would like to welcome Richard A Knaak to the site so that he can show off the cover for his new book, due out November 13, 2018. I’ve…
I started playing MMOs back when Ultima Online (UO) was only one world, when a red name struck fear into my heart and my armour consisted of a death shroud,…
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