Welcome to Dargon
Welcome to Dargon! Dargon is a small, out of the way fiefdom of the Kingdom of Baranur, situated in the extreme northwest corner of the world. It's separated from the rest of the kingdom by a vast wood and a minor ... [Read more]
Past Stories
A View From Above: The Pier
Summer 1002: The Far South [Editorial Note: This story takes place years before the story "The Sea Hag’s Daughter" by Jim Owens.] The morning sun had barely appeared above the trees across ... [Read more]
Justin Complete
Firil 6 – Naia 10, 1019 Justin sat hunched over in his seat and inspected the wood grain of the bar top. It weaved and swirled like deep ocean ... [Read more]
A View From Above: The Underground
Simon awoke at first light to the sound of someone moving through the brush not far away. Instinctively he lay still as the person first came closer, then moved ... [Read more]
A View From Above: The Sky Above
Simon's feet slapped on the sand in a rough multiple of the waves that washed the beach. The thin bundle on his bare shoulder bounced in time, and ... [Read more]
King’s Key Part 1
As Ashe Leavenfell eased his aching body from the saddle, he wondered that a dead man could make him travel so far. His life was rarely what he expected. He'd grown ... [Read more]
A View From Above: The Ocean
Simon awoke with a shock, then lay in his hammock for a long moment wondering what had awakened him. The warm island air smelled like smoke, sweat, and sea. Then ... [Read more]
A Tale of Dark Endings
Wherever Vanshans went, Banewood was not far behind. He followed him when Vanshans left his tower in the Darst Mountain Range and traveled to Magnus. Banewood waited, watching from nearby while Vanshans ... [Read more]
DargonZine 34, Issue 2
Editorial
This will be another single-story issue, featuring my short "Head and Shoulders". This tale is set in the new bathhouse built on the burned out piers in Dargon City harbor, and introduces new characters and also features existing characters. I hope you enjoy it! [Read more]
Current Stories
Head and Shoulders
“Do you really like this smell?” Racie asked. “I do,” replied Rapinoe. “It reminds me of the woodshed at the temple where I first enrolled.” “Woodshed?” Racie asked, her nose wrinkling. “I have never been inside a woodshed that gave me pleasant memories. What were you doing there?” She was walking just ahead of Rapinoe, swishing her mop back and forth. Her hips and shoulders swayed in time to the movement of her arms. “I was spying,” Rapinoe replied, swishing his own mop ... [Read more]