Arthur presses on alone, and soon he meets a widow. He can tell she’s a widow because she’s on her knees in front of a freshly-dug grave, wringing her hands and sobbing for her dead husband. “What’s the matter, old … Continue reading →
Once again I read the new Asimov’s and spout my unsolicited opinions about what works and what doesn’t. If I do this enough I’ll eventually get okay at it. “The Caramel Forest” by Chris Beckett. Third person limited, past tense. … Continue reading →
Here’s where things take a turn! So Arthur is chilling in Dunkirk, taking attendance and getting everyone sorted. Unlike D-Day there isn’t any immediate resistance, because the Romans don’t control the northern edge of France, that’s Arthur’s territory. You may … Continue reading →
It’s an overnight trip from Sandwich to Flanders, and Arthur spends the night alone in the royal cabin aboard one of the ships. He tosses and he turns and he has a dream about a dragon fighting a boar. When … Continue reading →
Now, back in Britain, Arthur gathers all his knights together, and all his barons, and all his vassals, and all the knights and barons and vassals of his vassals. He brings everyone together for a new thing he’s just invented, … Continue reading →
The King of Scotland, whose name according to Malory is King Anguish, and I’m hoping we see more of him if only for that, King Anguish gives a big ol’ whoop. “Yeah! Yeah! Let’s take over Rome! Boo-yah! We can … Continue reading →
Book V is a fairly short book, and it’s got a decent unity of theme: this is the story of King Arthur and his buddy, Emperor Lucius. Also, World War II! (Or at least the European theater.) (And just the … Continue reading →
Book IV is kind of all over the place. It’s the first book that isn’t mostly concerned with laying pipe and setting stuff up for the future; at no point does Merlin show up, utter a dire prophecy, and scribble … Continue reading →
Trixie shows up at the rendezvous point, as promised, and she’s tanned and cheerful and totally ignores Gawaine, just burns him, ice, man, she’s ice. But Uwaine and Marhaus and the other damosels discuss their adventures, and Trixie tells the … Continue reading →
So Uwaine has a big meal and a good night’s sleep, and in the morning he goes to church and has some breakfast and then he emerges from the Lady of the Rock’s castle, to joust with Edward and Hue. … Continue reading →
