Pain stabbed his arm, making him curl up on his rocky bed and clutch at his stump. His men had failed! Not only had they allowed his cousin to take Excalibur from under their noses, but she had somehow used the sword to persuade Arthur’s knights to fight. And now she was i...
Over the sea Mordred’s army did ride While the living drowned on its ghostly tide. They hurried out into the sunset to find the tops of the mountains on fire. A black-winged silhouette swooped through the orange smoke, terrifying the horses. “The sh...
Seaweed was tangled in his dark curls. The violet eyes stared up at the Tor, blank and unseeing. Silver gleamed through a rip in the boy’s tunic. Mordred closed his gauntlet about the druid spiral the prince wore on a cord around his neck and jerked it free. He’d been slightly disappointed to fin...
Mordred’s crippled leg gave out not far from the lake, and the ghostly horses passed him in a rush of light and wind. “King Arthur’s dead,” he yelled. “I killed him, remember? Those knights are not real – it’s just more fairy magic!” The noise of his bloodbeards fleeing th...