Howard Faxon: Stories

A normal guy gets side-swiped by a bad-humored short guy from a magic-imbued Plane. His belligerence serves him well...

Nobody expects a gang initiation to affect their life. If you're a venomous sheep somebody's gonna die.

The planet is Darkover, known to the humans as Cottman 4. The time is immediately before the Terran empire's rediscovery of Darkover. The towers are about to be thrown into an uproar by one man...

The collapse was so long ago that no living man remembers it. This is a story of how people both salvage from what came before and forge a new living from what remains.

I was sent off in one of mankind's first starships, tasked with exploration and biological seeding of terraforming bacteria. Against all odds I made it back home to an empty planet. / (Reviews)

I tried so many times to get a family. Fate conspired again and again go deny me. I had nothing else to do but persevere bitterly for the rest of my life. Eventually...

what would the father of all sybians be like?

I'm an old crippled-up retiree who likes to bid on government auctions. Due to budget cuts Wisconsin auctioned off an old sawmill property. I won, and things snowballed from there.

Magic is not natural. Magic has to be taught. When it is taught certain responsibilities accompany the powers. What rules would the masters of magic respect, and why?

A General's chief-of-staff uncovers a plot to steal nuclear weapons and is grievously injured in the denouement. He manage to secure an inactive air base used as a junk yard for over fifty years. The old cold war base hides secrets which repay him many fold. This has been a simple one-pass write as a gift for the holiday season. I have no doubts that errors will sprout like dandelions in the spring, but please accept it as it is--a hand-made gift with all of its flaws.