The Haunted Traveler Vol. 1 Issue 1
Welcome to the first issue of The Haunted Traveler; a roaming anthology seeking to collect the strange and the wild stories that we all carry. Those words hidden in the deep dark that linger around. Weasel Press is proud to have released this first collection of material and is excited to do more anthologies in the future. The Haunted Traveler is a non-profit, Horror and Science Fiction anthology that accepts a wide variety of art media such as photography, short fiction, creative non-fiction, digital artwork and more. Our anthology publishes twice a year. To find out more information about our submission process, please review our submission guidelines. Our first issue was released on March 28, 2014 and we couldn’t be more excited to feature the explosive talent that has been submitted to us. Our idea is to have an anthology roaming around parts of the world with a collection of frightening and strange stories; a mysterious anthology with a collection of ghosts.
Welcome to the first issue of The Haunted Traveler; a roaming anthology seeking to collect the strange and the wild stories that we all carry. Those words hidden in the deep dark that linger around. Weasel Press is proud to have released this first collection of material and is excited to do more anthologies in the future. The Haunted Traveler is a non-profit, Horror and Science Fiction anthology that accepts a wide variety of art media such as photography, short fiction, creative non-fiction, digital artwork and more. Our anthology publishes twice a year. To find out more information about our submission process, please review our submission guidelines. Our first issue was released on March 28, 2014 and we couldn’t be more excited to feature the explosive talent that has been submitted to us. Our idea is to have an anthology roaming around parts of the world with a collection of frightening and strange stories; a mysterious anthology with a collection of ghosts.
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ued Fero spoke in perfect time with him, but in a very high<br />
register, “cannot purely be a matter of conscience. We would<br />
appreciate your guidance, Sire.”<br />
Hearing these solemn words duplicated by a falsetto Fero<br />
puzzled the Court.<br />
“What means this?” demanded the king, his brows thundering.<br />
“Please your majesty, please your majesty,” said Fero.<br />
“<strong>The</strong>se fellows are at play, ‘tis a play. For last night I heard<br />
them rehearsing these speeches word for word, rehearsing<br />
every word! Yet it is a bad play, a bad play, your majesty.”<br />
“Yes, a very bad play,” agreed the king, his eyes daggers,<br />
and he gestured for his guards to take away the now pale and<br />
sweating nobles.<br />
“A bad play,” repeated Fero. “For how could it be a good<br />
play, with no pretty ladies in it?”<br />
And the Court fell about laughing, including the king, and<br />
dinner carried on.<br />
Of course Fero made powerful and important enemies this<br />
way. Like many before and since, he trusted too far in the<br />
love and honour of royalty, believing that he would be protected<br />
as long as he tried to please and was faithful.<br />
<strong>The</strong> move against him was carefully calculated. A prominent<br />
family, one member of whom had been damaged by Fero’s<br />
capers, groomed a young and pliable daughter, prepared<br />
some witnesses, and waited.<br />
<strong>The</strong> girl, who looked an artless child but had been brought<br />
up a wily pawn, had already been the mistress of a bishop<br />
and a cousin of the king. She was presented at Court, where<br />
the king’s eye rested on her with some interest. She played<br />
the ingénue, shyly drawing her mantle around her (and thus<br />
showing off her exquisite shoulders) as she curtseyed, her<br />
eyes on the floor.<br />
“You have nothing to fear,” said the king kindly, wanting<br />
to see if her eyes were as charming as the rest of her. “I would<br />
have you look at me, my lady.”