Here are the featured Fantasy Stories for December 2009. A short teaser follows the heading. Click on the title to read the whole story.

Odan the Scribe, Chapter 16, Elixir by Daniel Olarnick

Moultrance and the Vixen, the she-goddess Charisse, approached the Womb Room of Benob the Benevolent Being, innate fear having caused them to cleanse their minds, through a self-hypnotic suggestion, are free of any form of guilt.

“Why have you summoned us here?” asked Moultrance?

“Do you not remember, Moultrance? To discuss the affairs of this world,” answered Benob The Benevolent Being. “And, of course, a toast to our immortal health.”

What's Up Perseus? by Tala Bar

Perseus had trouble with his flying. Hermes' winged sandals were all very well, but he wished he had a pair of proper wings, like Eros for instance, or at least a winged horse to ride on; that Pegasus, that jumped out of Medusa's blood when he had cut her head! Now, how did that happen? Of all the marvels he had seen since coming on this mission, he thought that might have topped them all. He only regretted not having captured the horse when he had the chance; but everything happened so quickly, and besides, he was busy averting his eyes, looking into Athena's mirror while cutting Medusa's head. He had no wish to turn into stone, and even now, keeping that snaky head safely inside Athena's bag, he felt a slight apprehension every time he looked at it.

The Guest at the Inn by Joel Weichs Levy and Daniel Olarnick

“Coming through” shouted the guard in the lookout tower, as he spied a black funeral coach, its driver whipping its team of four matched red horses, as it turned from the Kings Road, in toward the Black Dragon Inn.

Stable boys ran to hold the horses and aid the passengers to climb out.

“You there, scribe”, beckoned the slim young man who emerged from the coach, followed by his tall, turbaned manservant. “Could you lend my driver a hand carrying my luggage and these sacred funeral urns into the inn? I am loath to let them out of my sight.