Posted in Arthurian on Mar 11th, 2010 No Comments »
By the time her fourth son is born into the world, silent as a stillbirth, Anna is past caring. All she’s wanted these years past is a little girl to teach, a girl who will grow up lithe and dark with magic; a place for her power to go when it’s no longer hers. She [...]
Posted in Arthurian on Jan 17th, 2010 No Comments »
God, it’s cold. He wakes up cold.
Posted in Arthurian on Jan 17th, 2010 No Comments »
Guinever knows better now. She wasn’t old enough to when she first met him, or at least she can say that with a semblance of truth, because she might have been old enough to know but she was young enough to think it was so romantic, and young enough to think romanticism justified it.
Posted in Arthurian on Sep 13th, 2009 No Comments »
“You are a child,” she tells him, cupping his dark cheek in her darker hand. Sagramore sighs and clutches a handful of her dress, smooth green silk in at least three shades, jewels woven into her girdle and hem.
Posted in Arthurian on Sep 13th, 2009 No Comments »
He thought of King David, whose first son by Bathsheba was killed by God as punishment for his sins.
Posted in Arthurian on Jun 29th, 2009 No Comments »
“What’s it like, when you’re sick?” he asks, lying in bed beside Sagramore, pressing the cold wet rag against his chest and forehead. “What does it feel like?”
“I cannot say,” Sagramore says dizzily. “I always forget.
Posted in Arthurian on Jan 17th, 2009 No Comments »
When he thinks back, far back to the first time he remembers, what he remembers is his mother. He remembers Morgause’s soft pale hand on his head, guiding him towards the door. “Boy,” she says, in the old tongue. “Son. This way.”
Posted in Arthurian on Jun 19th, 2008 No Comments »
“I know, I know we don’t agree.” There’s in Sagramore’s voice a note of pleading, soothing and pleading, as if Mordred were a child to be talked down from a tantrum, and Mordred jerks away from him when Sagramore reaches out.
“Oh, ay, we don’t agree.”
“But you needn’t send me away, just the same. My morals aren’t compromised.”
“You don’t have any, that’s why.”
Posted in Arthurian on Dec 16th, 2007 No Comments »
There’s no questioning that the Queen has a lover, and it takes little enough observation to mark Lancelot as the one.
Posted in Arthurian on Dec 16th, 2007 No Comments »
I don’t know how my brother and I were born, but I know it was not the way other children are. We were sired on trees by the Other People, or the fey folk, as sometimes they were called, and we were born, twins, in autumn, when the leaves were changing.