On the Nature and Origin of Dragons

By Jasmine Arch

“The research trip for my dissertation is swiftly becoming a collection of firsts: my first Atlantic crossing, my first time seeing a palm tree, and my first free dragon—a type I’ve never seen before. How can I call myself a draconic ornithologist when my jaw drops at the first sighting of an atypical specimen?”


At the Edge of a Human Path

By Stewart C Baker

“The spirits swarmed across her body, and as they did so images flashed through her mind. She saw merchant-clad racoons gone to fat with too much liquor, beating their distended bellies with drum-like madness. She saw cats turn to cowardice and anger, killing pregnant rats with yellowed human teeth and leaving them to rot in the packed dirt streets of Yamato towns.”


Historic Fantasy Anthology

87 Bedford’s Historic Fantasy Anthology has been published!

The anthology features five original short stories by Stewart C Baker, Jasmine Arch, Vaishnavi Patel, Avra Margariti, and Robert R. Mercer. Beginning in sixth century Japan and spanning all the way up until twentieth century America, the collection offers a spellbinding and speculative time-lapse of history and historic events across the world. Each story is accompanied by an author’s note.

You can purchase the complete anthology via PayPal or credit card, or download a free preview, using the links below. You can also purchase the anthology as an ebook on Amazon. All proceeds go toward covering the cost of compensating authors and upkeeping the site. In addition, we will be making all the stories available for free on our website over the coming months!

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Review of Meditations of a Beast

By Frances Klein

“The world of her poems is populated with ghosts and angels, living dolls and their owners, burglars and assassins.  This is a world of flickering streetlights, of trash accumulating in the gutters. It is a worse place, a hard place.”



By Katherine Quevedo

Rabbit Chief drums a warning with hands, not feet this time. The ceremonial drum, zigzags of golden cord fraying at the tightest points. His fur stands on end. Mine too. I squeeze my eyes shut but see only disheveled fur and cord, hear only pounding drum and pulse.

Hunting season.

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