In Defence of a Zombie-Free Apocalypse – Part Two: The Rest!
And we’re back. Last time we explored how vampires, werewolves, and ghosts have so much more potential to create an exciting Apocalypse scenario than just rehashing all those rotten old…
And we’re back. Last time we explored how vampires, werewolves, and ghosts have so much more potential to create an exciting Apocalypse scenario than just rehashing all those rotten old…
My interest in anime has been rather lacking since 2013. Despite occasionally re-watching classics or catching up on stuff that I missed, I actually thought anime had become rather repetitive…
Some of you may know this already, but I am an art addict. I love fantasy art and sci-fi art and classical art and surreal art and…well you get the…
Hello Factioners! If you’re a regular you may have noticed a lack of updates in the past couple weeks. Well I am happy to say we’re back! Where were we?…
The fantasy genre is a curious beast, its wide reach covering a range of topics and themes. It has stories about growing up, stories about overcoming problems, stories about slaying…
Yet another descriptor has been caught in the verboten term net. Recently, several essays have appeared arguing that people should stop using the term “strong female character” (SFC) or “strong…
Today on Small Press, Big Stories – an announcement! On Saturday 24th February, the Forbidden Planet London Megastore will be hosting a small press expo! Authors and editors from four…
This month we asked for stories, where water of any kind was a key element. It didn’t matter if it was a stormy sea, a misty lake, a polluted river,…
Zombies are awful. They look disgusting and they smell worse. Their eating habits are appalling. Their conversational skills leave a lot to be desired. People keep trying to explain them…
Many of us associate time travel with science fiction, picturing tinkering scientists, time machines, futuristic societies, wormholes, or space travel. This is in no small part due to the H.…
I feel I owe you, my readers, something this evening. Why am I so utterly devastated? Why am I going to sleep with a first edition of The Dispossessed under…
Kenric awoke to the smell of his own urine. Sweet and acrid. He raised a hand to his head and massaged his temples. The thumping ache behind his eyes, threatening…