WOLF TIME
Lars Walker
April. A Tyr's Day.
The tractor backed, roaring, and the log chain went taut.
Old Jack Tysness opened the throttle of the rust-orange Allis Chalmers and clenched his teeth. The oak had been tough, but he had her now. He'd felled her with the chainsaw and grubbed her roots with spade and axe, and now the stump would come like a tooth. He always pulled his own teeth.
Men with machines could be hired to clear land, but that would have been the easy way, and a waste ... Next >>
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Wizard's Bane
Rick Cook
Meeting in Midsummer
It was a fine Mid-Summer's morning and Moira the hedge witch was out gathering herbs.
"Tansy to stop bleeding," she said to herself, examining the stand that grew on the bankside. Carefully she selected the largest, healthiest stems and, reciting the appropriate charm, she cut them off low with her silver knife. She inspected each stem closely before placing it in the straw basket beside her.
When she had finished, she brushed a strand of cop... Next >>
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WIZARDRY COMPILED
by Rick Cook
Part I: LOAD TIME
One : Politics and Strange Bedfellows
You can always tell a really good Idea by the enemies
it makes.
—programmers' axiom
Pelus the wizard paused for dramatic effect. " . . . and so, My Lords, we must act quickly," he concluded ringingly.
For the sixth time that morning.
"Not so quickly, not so quickly," old Honorious said testily from the end of the table. He cleared his throat and prepared to restate his position for the ei... Next >>
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WIZARDRY COMPILED
by Rick Cook
Part I: LOAD TIME
One : Politics and Strange Bedfellows
You can always tell a really good Idea by the enemies
it makes.
—programmers' axiom
Pelus the wizard paused for dramatic effect. " . . . and so, My Lords, we must act quickly," he concluded ringingly.
For the sixth time that morning.
"Not so quickly, not so quickly," old Honorious said testily from the end of the table. He cleared his throat and prepared to restate his position for the ei... Next >>
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Wisdom of the Fox
Harry Turtledove
"Duin, you're a damned fool if you think you can fight from horseback," Drago the Bear said, tossing a gnawed bone to his trencher.
Duin the Bold slammed his tankard down on the long table. Ale slopped over the rim. "Fool, is it?" he shouted, his fair face reddening. "You're the fool, you thickskulled muckbrain!"
Drago stormed up with an oath, murder in his eyes. His thick arms groped toward Duin. The slimmer man skipped back. His hand flashed to his swor... Next >>
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