Galahad had walked right up to one of the guards of the main gate and insulted his mother. The guard at first did nothing for Galahad seemed to be little of a threat. Also that particular guard had been an orphan and never knew his mother nor why he should take offense at her choice of footwear. After a few more accusations and suggestions as to the promiscuous nature of the guard’s mother, the guard … Read More
Two long days of hard travel followed with Sir Doyle leading and Roddie alternately bringing up the rear and scouting ahead.
Galahad either whined or wept at every bounce of the horse for the motion made his wounds burn with pain. His pain seemed more pronounced or at least more vocalized when Roddie was away scouting and Sir Doyle was riding a bit ahead. Lilly suffered all of this with the grace of a true princess. … Read More
Galahad and Lilly rode for a few hours pretty much in a random direction. At midday they stopped near a large tree and finished the still soggy provisions they’d brought with them.
After the meal they sat for a while uncertain how to proceed. Galahad looked to the mountains on the horizon and cocked his head. He stood up and pointed toward them while mumbling to himself. Then he pointed toward the plain off to his … Read More
Galahad and the princess then argued for some minutes over where to go next. The argument was not based so much on a difference of opinion as on the fact that Galahad hadn’t come up with a location even once the escape had begun.
Finally they decided upon going to his Uncle, Count Riverton, who had always been a friend of the princess’ father, but Galahad did not know how to get there from their current … Read More
Galahad visited the princess every day, and by the fifth trip he only threw up a little in his mouth. He was beginning to stomach her looks, but she was beginning to stomach him less.
At first she had been pleased to have someone, anyone to talk to, but even in her grand naïveté she began to agree with her father’s assessment.
His visits began to tire her as he tended to bring up his favorite topic … Read More
Once upon a time there was a princess so ugly that the king shut her away in a tower. Now it wasn’t so much the king’s fault or a lack of love on his part for he visited her everyday, it was the fact that nearly any one who looked on her felt nauseous.
Most stories like this begin with a slighted fairy who takes revenge on a fair daughter for the offenses of her parents … Read More
She put the vial of green slippery liquid to her lips and drank deeply. Her chest heaved. A droplet of liquid slipped out of the corner of her mouth. Her knees buckled. She tipped toward the ground, her slick black dress crumpled as the careful creases and abundant sheen were undone by her fall.
Kalagan caught her before she hit the floor. “Lyra,” he shouted. He held her close and whispered, “Please don’t leave me, my … Read More
As his eyes narrowed into reptilian slits he recognized the girl. She was the princess he had danced with so many years ago who had stepped on his feet and kicked his shins. And then into his vision came the owner of the voice who had shouted, a diminutive woman with gnarled features and exquisite clothes.
“What’s going on?” he asked. His tongue had thickened and the words struggled to get out of his mouth.
“The night … Read More
“The problem you’re here for,” said a surly middle-aged woman who lay on the ground next to him.
“It’s beautiful,” Dancealot said.
“It’s terrifying,” the woman said.
Fixing his eye on where the dragon disappeared into the mountains, Sir Dancealot danced into the hills alone.
He followed it to its cave, dancing all the way.
When he arrived he danced outside the cave entrance for four hours. He put his heart and soul into that dance to lure the dragon … Read More
Once upon a time there lived a knight who liked to dance. He floored them at the Castle Ball, astounded them at the Armory Disco, and set the dance world on fire with his solo Jitterbug at the Soirée of the Keep. Sir Dancealot, they called him and people from far and wide came to hear of his dancing prowess.
We followed the boy inside. He had played beyond the boundary. The place where we must stay, the place beyond the boundary. But we did not force ourselves past the boundary. No.