He rides in on a horse that looks like it's seen better days, in worn and bloody gear, and the first words out of his mouth are "Jesus be damned." Turns out these words are addressed to the horse, because he follows it up by leaning along her neck and adding, "Of all the places to bring me, you Satan-bred animal. Where the hell is it?"

Then he ( Read more... )

It was dead strange.  It seemed that one moment, Lynet was in her bed - sick beyond help, and lonely - feeling that all the good had gone out of the world.  And now, but a moment later, she is standing in the foyer of some grand, strange house, not a thing like her cottage, or any castle she's known, and she feels ... quite well, actually.

It's ( Read more... )

There's a dark, slender boy walking toward the house, his bewitching face as pale as salt at the moment, and he's dressed for travelling in the dead of winter at least a thousand years ago.  He has the bearing of a prince and a warrior, for all that he's never seen a battle, and carries no weapon.  The sheath that held his hunting knife is empty.  ( Read more... )

There is a man coming up the lawn from the lake, carrying a string of cleaned perch and looking more disgruntled with every step ( Read more... )

Lady Lyonors, who ordinarily keeps to herself even more than her husband does, has come down into the main room. She seats herself in one of the overstuffed chairs, her rose-colored skirts fanning out prettily, and offers a shy smile. "Tell me a story."

He's bruised, he's bloody, he's confused as hell, and in his one hand he's holding a sword which any knight, soceress, or well-studied Englishman will quickly recognize as Excaliber. No, this isn't Arthur-it's a very, very befuddled Sir Bedivere ( Read more... )

Mordred and Justitia got home yesterday evening, only to find their bed occupied by a newly arrived nephew and Gaheris' by an invalid lady, and between explanations and welcomes they were up half the night; which is why it's not until this afternoon that Mordred comes up the front steps -- rested, fed, partially caught up on the news -- to visit ( Read more... )

He's been there for a long time.  A millenia or two, perhaps, or is it a bit more?  Merlin doesn't remember - he stopped counting, because as time went by, he lost touch with its impassible flow, and rather become engrossed in the going-ons of the place, enough to observe the going-ons at the Mansion without exciting himself, or without getting ( Read more... )

Bored Khary does not make for good things, and yet again Khardeen has set himself to doing something at least marginally amusing. He's terribly pleased with himself, though admittedly, he didn't think of the ideas himself.

Anyone who wanders into the front room in the next couple hours will find themselves rather markedly different, this depending ( Read more... )

Sally has been in the kitchen all day, baking. There are mountains of cookies and cupcakes of all different flavors, and in the oven right now is a cheesecake. She is currently kneading bread dough and shaping it into little rolls. In the fridge there is dough for sugar cookies waiting to be rolled and cut out. Tea is on the stove in case anyone ( Read more... )