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The Last Man Anthology is available in print and ebook
The Last Man Anthology takes inspiration from Mary Shelley’s novel, The Last Man, and showcases short stories and poems that build on the theme of finality—of being last. What would the end of the world look like to the Greek gods, the last bookstore owner, or the last philosopher? The story settings range from the fringes of Outer Space, to the last museum, to New York City the day before September 11, 2001, to Brighton Street with the last teddybear, and many more. Includes veteran writers Ray Bradbury, C. J. Cherryh, Barry N. Malzberg, along with such classic sci-fi authors as H. G. Wells, Edgar Allen Poe, and Jack London, and an assortment of contemporary writers from four continents. "A hauntingly beautiful collection of tales by new and established authors." Buy it now.
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Warrior Poetry. We love it and can't get enough. Here is one of our favorites. Do drop us an email to say if you've enjoyed it, and would appreciate if we published a a full collection of similar ones.
O sorrowful and ancient days, where learned ye to make sepulchers? Who taught you all the evil ways, wherein to wound men's souls in wars? Woe to that sacrificial priest, first craftsman of the blacksmith's forge, who saw strange shapes within his fire, and hammered out illgotten swords.
Whoever fashioned the first bow, and flight of arrows, swift, secure, launched anger on the air and made the bitterness of death more sure. Who tempered spearheads for their work, he breathed upon the anvil death; he hammered out the slender blade, and from the body crushed the breath.
He gave to death a thrusting spear, who first dress up his battle-hosts. Long since hath fared his vaulting soul, to dwell a ghost amid the ghosts. Eugenius Vulgarius, 900 c. |
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