Craig Alexander
I have been telling stories ever since a young boy in junior high, and I began reading fantasy while in high school. As an English major, I had the opportunity to study some great writers who serve as inspiration for creativity. I have written numerous short pieces of fiction for personal pleasure, but this is my first story within the fantasy genre. I was born in the Midwest and continue to call it home. I am married, have a four-year-old step-daughter and a baby boy on the way.
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Nielo and the Queen
Issue #2 (April 2008)
Swinging from a gibbet in Eastern Carador was not his idea of a good time, exactly. There were numerous places he would rather have been, more specifically, tucked nicely in the royal bed at Carandia with the king’s wife, Marantha. It was precisely his initial desire for and inability to be away from her that his head was caught in the hangman’s noose at present. He watched the small crowd beginning to grow, becoming more and more audible as one of his companion’s necks gave way to the pressure of the rope and sight was forever lost to his eyes. Tongue lolling and neck bent backwards, he stared up at the unforgiving blue heavens. No slip shams were used for concealing the heads of those sentenced to hang in Carador, for the authorities wanted those kindling any thoughts of malice or murder, to know just how they would appear to those same crowds which now looked intently upon him.
