A good voice is like a good sword or a good saga. It doesn’t get made over night. It requires time.

Then we pulled back, and for several heartbeats just looked into each others eyes, Guinevere’s white teeth dragging at her bottom lip. Not, I think, because of some nervousness, or fear of getting caught with me, but rather because she feared revealing so much of herself, of her secret thoughts, to anyone. Especially me.

The past is water running in a stream. It is already long gone and you can never bring it back.

All good stories have parts, which make the crowd laugh.

Even the old hounds can bite.

The truce is broken?” Clearly this was worrying news, but all I could think about was that wine, and how I wanted to taste it again.

As with all the stories, there’s always smoke before the fire kindles.

It is wiser to stand in front of the bear than to turn his back to him.

What is the worst they can do to us?” Perhaps I was a fool but I felt neither fear nor regret. And as for Guinevere, I loved her and she loved me; I believed that was enough.

And yet Arthur had Merlin. And Merlin had an idea. And so Arthur listened.