Launcelot rides across the wilderland for another indeterminate period, hours or days or months, eventually arriving at a nice walled manor house out in the middle of nowhere. The house’s resident is a pleasant old lady who offers Launcelot full … Continue reading →
A couple of days later, Launcelot grumpily rides along, and he comes to a long bridge over a gully, and just on the other side there’s some jackass with an ironshod club. “Where’s your toll money?” demands the churl, and … Continue reading →
Trigger warning: Mention of rape. So in the meanwhile we’ve got Launcelot and Yuffie, right? They’re riding along to Launcelot doesn’t know where, but he waits until he’s well away from Castle Turquine before he asks Yuffie exactly what the … Continue reading →
“Hey Yuffie!” Launcelot shouts. “I killed Turquine, so, we can go do that other thing you wanted to do! Am I going to need a horse?” Yuffie rides up and reminds him about Gaheris and the sixty-four other prisoners. “Right, … Continue reading →
So they joust for a while, blah blah blah, couple of hours of jousting. Turquine calls for a thirty-second time out, and makes Launcelot an offer. “Look at me, stranger, what do you see? I’m gigantic, right?” “Yeah, okay,” says … Continue reading →
Continuing from yesterday: “Mithridates, He Died Old,” by Nancy Kress. A little over 3000 words, third person past and limited. The POV switches back and forth between two characters: a woman who has just suffered traumatic brain injury in a … Continue reading →
Launcelot rides off into the sunset, ready for a new adventure! Which is to say, that first adventure he was on, which got disrupted by Lionel’s disappearance. Soon he’s back in the general vicinity of where he lost Lionel. Malory … Continue reading →
First a little bit of bookkeeping. On Asimovs.com, the editors of the magazine publish excerpts from the current issue, which excerpts I can calculate the word count of easily, then compare to the page count of those excerpts in the … Continue reading →
Becca actually beat Launcelot to the abbey, since Launcelot was delayed a chapter with the comic/homophobic misadventure. She greets him with a hug and makes sure he gets a shower and a change of clothes before sending for her father, … Continue reading →
Hours later a maiden comes in with Launcelot’s dinner. Let’s call her Becca. Have I used Becca? I don’t think I have. Becca comes in with a plate of cold stew for Launcelot, and a pitcher of ale, and she … Continue reading →
