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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trol, and after an uncomfortable minute of silence, he raises<br />
arms again for Tiri to fix his shirya. “I wasn’t calling you<br />
weak, Tiri. I was calling you valuable. You have silver scales.<br />
Nearly every warlord in the Brikongi tribe is probably looking<br />
for you on the wastes. You would stand out too much,<br />
and then we will both be captured.”<br />
Finding his tone calm, Tiri wipes her tears away and<br />
stands, continuing her work with bowed head so he would<br />
never have to look upon her unsightly reddened eyes. Silence<br />
only comes from her maw, however, so Pofiri continues with<br />
his defense.<br />
“I know you are not weak, nor stupid, Tiri. I couldn’t ask<br />
for a stronger mate. That is why I need you to stay behind. If<br />
something happens to me on the road, or even Balti, I know<br />
you would be able to give me the proper warrior’s burial I<br />
require.”<br />
Tiri sniffs once as the end of Pofiri’s cloth is looped through<br />
the belt, leaving it hanging between his legs to conceal the<br />
nakedness underneath. <strong>The</strong> blade of his roomookt is impaled<br />
in the side to keep the traditional tribal cloth secure around<br />
him. “My Lord, I plead with you not to do this. <strong>The</strong> suns are<br />
almost in alignment. We will be erupting soon.”<br />
“Precisely, Tiri. Everybody will be inside. <strong>The</strong> search will<br />
either have been abandoned, or they figured out that we<br />
made it to Drak’Toor and therefore returned home. Either<br />
way, if I go now, the wastes will be empty, and I can trek<br />
faster there than we did coming here. What took seven days<br />
for the two of us, it should only take me three alone,” Pofiri<br />
explains as he checks everything.<br />
“But, Pofiri… there are too many ‘if’s’ in this quest. Why<br />
can’t you wait until after the eruptions?”<br />
“If I wait, then Talri would be dead and probably fed to<br />
the rookmacks by then. At that point, it would be useless<br />
to search for him. He never will be given the proper burial<br />
among the glassy peaks like he deserves.”<br />
“Pofiri…”