Leahweird

I know the hill I stand on is naturally a bright, flourishing green, but in the predawn light it looks black. I guess that could be considered appropriate, given the ...

“What is it, Mordred?” asked Morgan, pulling me into her lap. “Why does King Lot hate me?”I can’t remember why it had been so important to know. I must have ...

“What is it, Mordred?” asked Morgan, pulling me onto her lap. I think I was five, perhaps younger. These events have the diaphonous quality of early memory, but some things ...

Spoiler! : Sorry about the info dump, but it had to be done. Morgan was not usually so secretive. She used to recite our family history to me before I ...

Spoiler! : I want to make it clear; I did not make up this part of the legend. I included it because one of my reasons for writing Black Pendragon ...

Spoiler! : I guess this portion is a bit of a "breather episode." The content isn't as dark, and it's much shorter. It cuts off abruptly because I continued into ...

When I was seventeen, King Mark’s Nephew Tristan died. Years ago, the boy had tried to run off with his uncle’s wife, Isolde. The lovers were found, and Tristan was ...

Camelot was beautiful, on the outside at least. The immense castle dominated the landscape, built entirely of white stone and decorated with the Pendragon banners. It was like something pulled ...

Unfortunately I had neglected to bring a change of clothing that wasn’t black. I liked that shade, but I had planned to meet my father for the first time in ...