In The Mind’s Eye, we invite authors to explore the quiet wars waged behind the eyes: telepathic duels, psychic intrusions, and the unseen forces that ripple between minds. Here, mind over matter isn’t a metaphor — it’s the area of measurable, dangerous powers.
Credits: Colyn DeGraaff (Creative Director), Jack Shelton (Publishing Editor), Darren Davies (Editor), Zev Benjamin (Editor), Ebony Gary (Editor), Joy Snow (Editor), Symphony Marie (eBook Designer) and special thanks to Geneviève…
Not every war is waged across trenches or void‑choked battlefields. Some begin in silence — in the corners of the soul, in whispers behind locked doors, in the moment a sworn oath begins to crack. This is the war of conscience and corruption, where loyalty unravels from within.
He blinked; the stygian hall still stretched away from him. Lumens shone dim and crimson from recessed alcoves. Their light caught edges of friezes carved into the stone walls, the…
I was lost.I’m not sure how it happened; one moment I was on the transport to … wherever they were sending me, the next moment, I was swallowed by Chaos.…
Blood sprayed across his ceramite chestplate and the chapel walls in equal measure as Zalayt drove his chainsword deep into the ogryn’s chest. The beast looked absurd in long, flowing,…
‘Sigma-33/Mars, fire at that flying Tyranid.’My mistress, Magus Anydrus, simply gives the order. Her voice echoes through all my circuits, and obedience is immediate. I use my Lascannon on the…
He had sold his sister’s body for corpse-starch and sworn never to be that kind of bastard again. Now, he was damning strangers for the price of a meal-token.Against every…
Lethia had a friend. She didn’t exactly call it a “friend”, more like a “pet”. But where she lived, she didn’t have many friends, and she was glad to find the…
The towering halls of Vivessi Thricul were home to great and terrible works of art. Vivessi herself was the artist. She was a flesh sculptor, a blood painter, a composer…