A nude woman collapsed on my doorstep. Someone I knew somehow. Of course, I carried her in and cared for her. Gave her shelter, clothes, and food to heal. In her normal form, she was one of the most powerful entities on this planet, in all known history. Harpy. But for now, she was simply human. And to regain her strength, she said she needed to make love with me. The weird part was the last time we met, she tried to kill me. And now I had...

An evil sorceress escaped after being imprisoned for 12,000 years. To accomplish that, she tricked the oldest goddess, remaining on earth, and crippled another one shortly after. Now the Ghost Hunters have to solve a problem they helped create. One who was more powerful than any they had faced to date. Individually, she could probably destroy any one of them. Only working together as a team could she be stopped. Her secret was - she was building...

"The fate of the World is in your hands."What a bunch of hogwash.It wasn't just one world - it was all of them. And my one pair of hands wasn't going to cut it.So I brought along a couple of buddies of mine.Both as arrogant as me, just as self-centered, and we also thought we knew everything.Of course, that's the point where they handed us our sheepskins and the reins to the multi-verse.Helluva learning curve.Good thing we didn't take them seriously.Because...

The Sum of the Whole is Greater Than Its Parts. So Gaia was taught since she came into this existence. But, she was named after the Nature goddess. Long centuries and eons passed while she was submerged in rock beneath the thin surface layers that living creatures inhabited. Now some imbalance had awakened her. She rose to the surface to claim her own, her rightful place in the whole world, not just beneath it. What she found surprised even an...

Harpy and I were born from the union between a goddess of nature and a god of humans. While she was the black sheep of the family, I was the shining star who could do no wrong. Opposite twins, our whole long lives. Through history, you may have heard of us. Mostly written as hags, foul-smelling man-killers. Of course, you can never believe the press. They only partially report the facts. The bits that suit them. Our longer history was...

"John, I just met a ghost who's dying."I raised one eyebrow, waiting for the punchline from my favorite time-bender."No, it's not what you think. I haven't gone off the deep end. The government made him into something they call a ghost.""Figure if the government's involved, then it's going to be screwed up... But a ghost - dying?""Running out of juice, actually. Kept alive on some sort of weird life support that he won't fix to save himself.""Suicidal?""No,...

A collection of short stories from new voices - the cross-currents of mystery, fantasy, science fiction, and romance. Worlds new or perhaps re-visited - but only you will know if this is the stuff of dreams - or nightmares. Wolves that talk to nearly-extinct humans through their minds. Witches that not only represent the five elements, but also the five principles that can defeat all magic. Goddesses who have to work together to defeat a priestess...

I'd been caught in a cross-fire. And just got saved from bleeding out. Now my shape-shifting was on hold until I healed. But I was stuck in human shape, having to re-learn the human experience. I don't know when I first appeared on Earth. Before recorded time somewhere. And for the last few centuries or so, I'd been happy as a library cat. But then I got bored, and started helping out with simple missions. Good thing they got to me in time on...

Where I had come from, how I had got here, I didn't know. All I knew were my powers, the one's I knew from my childhood. The one's I'd spent my youth learning and perfecting. Witchcraft that could kill someone, or save their life. But, now I was here in a strange world, different people, unusual customs... I didn't even know if my spells would work here - or if they burned witches at the stake - or tortured non-witches. And, on top of that I was...

Of course, Death had horrible timing.He showed up just after I'd buried my long-time friend Bertie - a golden lab I'd loved like family. He wanted his story written. I told him to get lost. Because I had nothing to lose at that point. I wasn't afraid of him. He knew that I was his only option. if he killed me, then no one would ever, ever write his story. And he'd live forever knowing that he'd blown his only chance to set his record straight.A lot...