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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out acknowledging the female standing at the threshold with<br />
his clothes. Trim arms raise parallel to the floor in preparation.<br />
“Dress me.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> command is responded with a snort that emits derisively<br />
from diminutive nostrils before Tiri approaches. She<br />
takes a moment to sling his roomookt over her shoulder as she<br />
circles to his front and throws a loose end of the long, rectangular<br />
fabric over his shoulder. “I don’t suppose you could<br />
have told me that you were leaving so soon after coming<br />
here,” she snaps out at him as the sash portion of his shirya is<br />
arranged over bare chest, ensuring that the stitched symbol<br />
of the Raisikmi tribe the pair of them hails from is resting<br />
over his heart as it should be.<br />
“Of course I didn’t, Tiri,” Pofiri responds as he angles his<br />
head away so he couldn’t look at those raging eyes. “I knew<br />
you would throw a fit about my going back if I told you. But<br />
I had decided two days out of Balti that I was going to return<br />
to find Talri and free him if he was captured, or ensure a<br />
proper burial if he wasn’t.”<br />
Pofiri never likes seeing his mate angry like this, and he<br />
cannot help but flinch—partially from the pain and partially<br />
from his own growing anger—as she kicks his shin. <strong>The</strong> end<br />
of the fabric was directed around his waist to make a belt<br />
of sorts by the time she does this. “Why didn’t you tell me,<br />
Pofiri?! I’m not some house-slave that you keep around only<br />
to feed you and fuck you, and, by Lord Yig, I’m not a simpering<br />
fool like the other brothel girls in Balti! That’s why you<br />
took me as your own! Or was that just a ruse to have a strong<br />
travelling partner until we got to safety, because if that’s the<br />
case, you are a fool to leave me behind! You know I can hold<br />
my own in battle, and I’m not going to…”<br />
With a roar and savage hit, Pofiri silences her. She was<br />
getting out of control, not to mention she knows that she<br />
could never get away with such words to her mate. As he<br />
looks down at her sobbing form on the cushion, Pofiri, with<br />
teeth bared, breathes deeply to get himself back under con-
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