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Wisdom vs. Beauty :: Flash Fiction

Don’t ask me why the three of us thought this was a good idea—strip off all our clothes and try to convince a sleepy-eyed human male to hand over an apple made out of gold to one of us. It’s impossible to say why we were all so desperate for that apple. I mean, hello?...

Covert Valor

The Pendragon banner writhed on moaning gales above the victorious and dead. Arthur’s knights waded from the blood-soaked marsh. Warriors removed mail hoods, slinging musky sweat from their hair. Though Guinevere’s neck ached under the helmet’s weight, she dared not...