I’m E.M. Linden, a sci-fi/fantasy writer that loves to tell stories about epic heroes and action-packed adventures. This is your home for reading my web fiction and keeping up with my various projects.
The pirates had struck under the cover of night, obviously hoping to catch their prey off guard. Even though the ship’s navigator had spotted the approaching vessel before it was upon them, the sailors had still only barely had enough time to mount a defensive before they were boarded. Arran had been hired by the…
“Who is she?” That was the question being asked all over the base following the arrival of a particular shuttle, carrying a most peculiar passenger: a soldier said to be out of her time, having been left in a stasis after being fatally wounded in a long-ago battle with the Ryxarri. Why she’d been awoken…
“I see you, assassin; there is no point in remaining in the shadows,” Alaric called into the darkness at the edges of the circular throne room. He stood up from the throne, grabbing the huge broadsword that leaned against its side. The instant it sensed his touch, the blade began to flare with red flame,…
“Aren’t you coming down for the feast?” Kyler asked from the doorway, forcing Arden’s thoughts from his silent brooding. “Not a soul has approached me without inquiring about you, leading me to believe that maybe your deeds have overshadowed my own.” He said it with a smile in his voice, clearly attempting to lighten the…
“You know who I am, Drystan; try to remember!” Cadmus pleaded even as he tackled the other knight to the ground, knocking the sword from his opponent’s hand in the process. “Yes, I do; you’re the maniac who’s trying to kill me!” Drystan snapped back, struggling beneath Cadmus’ weight. “I’m not trying to kill you,”…
The blast of flaming devastation came rushing Tariq’s way at a frightening speed, leaving him scrambling behind one of the many huge stalagmites of the cave’s interior for cover. He managed to duck behind only seconds before the flames engulfed the area, searing him through his armor but failing to set him ablaze, which he…
Three… Siri crouched behind her respective pile of crates, rifle at the ready. Through the tint of her helm’s visor, she watched the armored figure of Commander Ferral hold up the fingers of his free hand—his other held his own gun—in a silent countdown that the nearby Ryxarri aliens skitering past on the other side…
Visha crouched in the shadows of a large chimney, gazing down at the manor across the street. The manor of Lady Sophia Everston, the closest thing she had to a friend. The manor that she was supposed to sneak into to kill its owner, by order of Mistress Lairis. To kill Sophia. Visha sighed and…
It was over, but Adrastos couldn’t make himself believe it, even as he stared across the lake at the burning city of Vortigern. The one place he’d sworn to protect, burned to the ground. Its people murdered in their sleep by the invaders. How had it come to this? He stood on the beach, watching…
The woods were still and silent. No birds sang in the boughs of the trees, nor did the wolves that frequented the area howl, despite the dark of night that reigned over the land.