Uther’s death! As promised! It’s actually pretty sad. Time goes by, a year or two, and before things have really gotten properly settled Uther gets some kind of unnamed lingering disease, which could be anything from tuberculosis to stomach cancer … Continue reading →
This is a short one. Just as Merlin predicted, Igraine — now Uther’s wife and the queen of England — is pregnant. By the time she enters her third trimester, her new husband starts to suspect something, so he asks … Continue reading →
Right, Sir Ulfius and Merlin. Ulfius runs back to Uther, tells him how Merlin was there, and Uther’s like, what? you liar, I don’t see Merlin. Merlin is waiting outside, in fact; apparently he’s like a vampire in that he … Continue reading →
“It is like reading jousting fanfic by the world’s worst jousting fanfic writer.” — Brant Casavant “Have fun. I’d sooner listen to an audiobook of the worst parts of the Silmarillion read by Ben Stein.” — Chris Vaughn “Le Morte … Continue reading →
For about a year, until yesterday, I was running in this space a microfiction series I wrote around 2006 or so, the “Splendid Little Lexicon.” It started out a sort-of gazetteer of an imagined fantasy setting and drifted into something … Continue reading →
I used to play World of Warcraft, and in that game there was (and is, as far as I know) a particular dungeon called Karazhan. Accessing the dungeon required a series of quests, and the dungeon itself was long and … Continue reading →
Most of the floor tiles are made of gold, but a handful are really valuable. They are linoleum, preserved across the centuries by dint of fear and hunger. Don’t go into the classrooms, our parents told us and we we … Continue reading →
After he finishes vomiting, Zully becomes aware that he can control his own lips. “What are we standing on?” “This is the Celestial Firmament, Zully, the great black basal barrier that separates the Mother Countries from the endless maw which … Continue reading →
Zoeticism is often conflated with nature-magic, as both were an especial purview of the pre-Landing cultures of Old Habadad and others. While the two schema possess certain undeniable similarities, they are also in fundamental opposition to one another. Nature-magic, at … Continue reading →
What is truth? I asked her, and my guide shook her head. The short plaits of her hair rippled, and the copper rings which hung therefrom clanked together with a sound like battle, persisting long after her motion stopped. That … Continue reading →
