My latest story, "Dreamforger," is now out in DreamForge Magazine. Yes, we've noticed a serendipitous similarity to the names. I really enjoyed writing this story, and was very happy to get it in DreamForge, and not just because of the name similarity. The art for the story is quite beautiful, as you can see by the sample below.
And if that doesn't convince you to rush out and get a subscription, here's a sample from my story:
"What do dwarves have to do with my dreams?"It is, I think, one of my better stories.
"Some dwarves forge dreams," I told her. "We make them out of moonlight and darkness, wind and cold, memory and emotion. It's alchemy and magic and forgecraft."
"And you think a dwarf made my dream?"
"If you've dreamed the same dream every night for a year, then it was dwarf-forged. No one else could make a dream that long-lasting."
"Why would they do that?"
"Someone paid him. Could be a rival, or an ex-lover, anyone." I knew a thing or two about ex-lovers and what they could do to one's dreams.
Madison shook her head. "I can't think of anyone. Who would even know how?"
The silence stretched between us, and I returned to adjusting my collector. Finally, Madison asked, "Is that what you do? Make bad dreams for whoever pays you?"
"No. I don't make dreams anymore." Not since the curse.
"Then what do you make?"
"Countermagic for bad dreams." I waited for her to accuse me of teasing her, or maybe trying to con her. That's what I would do in her position.
"Can you make something for me?"
I turned to face Madison. If she had any doubts, they didn't show. She was earnest, desperate. I felt like I was taking advantage of her, but business was business, and I was helping her.