Perilous Times

by Thomas D. Lee

It’s been more than a thousand years since he saw a dragon.

Marlowe enjoys a different kind of immortality, achieved by different means.

Did be make a deal with hell?

“there’ve been plenty of times where I felt like I was just making things worse. But as long as I’m trying to make things better, I think that’s what matters, in the end.”

“This isn’t…” says Kay, confused. “I’m not…I used to kill Nazis.” “Oh,” says Teoni. “Well, I like him!” “Urgh,” says Willow. “Fine. Get in the fucking trailer.”

“Welsh dragons are red,” says Dai. “This one’s white. Which means it’s an English dragon. Not a Welsh one.” “Oh,” says Gethin. “So we can kill it, then?”

I love these guys! I want to join their group!

“Rubbish, these lot, aren’t they?” says Kay. “Yes, I thought so,” says Lancelot. “Dreadful soldiering.”

“Urgh,” says Lancelot. “D’you know him?” he asks. “American,” says Lancelot. “I met him earlier.”

“Urgh,” says Kay. “D’you know her?” asks Lancelot. “Witch,” says Kay. “I met her earlier.”

“I’m not taking life advice from a squirrel who used to be racist.”

You don’t need to be ancient and powerful and clever. You just need the willingness to try.

“Keep the sword,” says Arthur. “Mind the shop.” Kay nods. “All right, Addy. You get some sleep.” Morgan gives him a final smile,

I hope for Duke’s sake that greyhound heaven and rabbit hell are the same place.