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The Guild of Swordsmen: Part 9

Serial - The Guild of Swordsmen

“Henceforth,” the official in the embroidered blue robe was saying, “the Imperial Palace is your home, the Emperor’s protection and pleasure your guiding purpose.” Lida leaned heavily on the crutches she had been given.  She could almost feel the eyes of the palace doctor who had inspected the wound in her leg.  He had practically [...]

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Introduction to Silver Blade Poetry Issue 17

Introduction to Issue 17 Poetry

Welcome to our latest issue of Silver Blade poetry.

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Interview with featured poet Jane Yolen

Interview with Jane Yolen

John Mannone interviews award-winning poet Jane Yolen

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The Guild of Swordsmen: Part 8

Serial - The Guild of Swordsmen

Lida suspected that her fourth match was not going to be won as easily as her first three.

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A Quick Word

A Quick Word

Issue 17 is my second as Silver Blade’s short fiction editor. I’m proud to be part of the staff and appreciate the opportunity to read the pieces authors submit to us…

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Altruism

Altruism

“Take me home, Daddy,” she screamed to make herself heard. “Please!”

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Unlocking

Unlocking

One has to wonder... what exactly is she unlocking?

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Viper’s Brood

Viper’s Brood

we’ve all seen
the crucifixion –
we can buy it in plastic
at the corner store

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Penumbra

Penumbra

I woke long after midnight
and the walls were receding
into endless constellated hallways

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Butterflies and Dreamers

Butterflies and Dreamers

red orange and yellow
flutter and snap

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The Guild of Swordsmen: Part 7

The Guild of Swordsmen: Part 7

She didn’t recognize more than a handful of the swordsmen there, and it seemed that few of the Imperial City’s most elite fighters had chosen to enter…

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Altruism

Altruism

JAAD-6 assaulters showed off strike maneuvers, making thunderclaps as they broke the speed of sound five times over. A small girl cringed from the explosions and clung to her father’s knee. “Take me home, Daddy,” she screamed to make herself heard. “Please!”

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Unlocking

Unlocking

Once, she found the key to Baba Yaga’s house, carved from a chicken’s leg bone, with a few scraps of gristle still clinging to it. She was relieved to find its door quickly.

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The Cursed Axe

The Cursed Axe

Sabela knew what they were: thugs, murderers, and thieves. And it was past time something was done about them.

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Christmas in Space

Christmas in Space

You could argue that that whole Christmas thing doesn’t make much sense out here, among the stars. Myriad suns and worlds, as many equinoxes as you care to calculate, all the special alignments you can imagine.

But it’s all still there, right?

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A Portrait of Time

A Portrait of Time

It was on my tenth visit that Arturo asked me to write my name on an apple. It was mottled with a red splodge that looked like a butterfly.

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And Then… ?

And Then… ?

Many people are under the impression the words “and” and “then”* are interchangeable…