The Lonely Moon

Welcome to my first story! It’s a little rough and I have a lot of personal artistic problems with it. You might find the genre classification of “Science Fiction” a little distasteful if you are a purist. So do I! There’s nothing I can really do about that. The following is very firmly “Space Fantasy” hopefully you can excuse that and stay for the hot sex. The Lord Sorcerer’s sexuality is also “dominant.” He’s too ancient to prescribe to anything else. Things that aren’t straight will also say so in the description.

Herein lies the twisted and tangled adventures of the Lord Sorcerer, long lost his name. A creature of immense power and size, he was cursed by a witch, his long lost jilted bride-to-be. Now he lurks at the end of the galaxy in a tower made of stone and twisted metal that he rose in one night from the crumbling lithosphere of his new home, “The Lonely Moon.”

As much for his safety as others he waits out the long centuries in isolation, for when he leaves his moon there is always the chance his enemies might find him. Sorcerers and sorceresses of the cosmos, dark creatures from other dimensions, or fearful rulers of the many kingdoms spread across the stars, they all seek his demise.

Yet every so often a petitioner arrives. Sometimes with a problem so laughably mundane it raises his ire, and other times with a problem of sector spanning importance. Either way the problem is always dear and deeply personal to the petitioner in question, and either way he always extracts a price. Something near, something dear, something that can never be gotten back.

These vignettes span centuries of his life atop his tower and are not in any reliable order. Characters come in and out as he invariably outlives everyone he ever met. So goes his tales…