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The druids tell Arthur about their Old Religion god Emrys. Arthur attempts a prayer, out of curiosity. Merlin hears.
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It's the last year in Ealdor for both of them, though they don’t know it yet.
Merlin and his peasant prince, as the wheel turns. In eight parts.
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27 Sep 2025
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“You burned me alive, as you burned me in every warlock I lived inside, in every sorcerer who asked my blessing. Your father slaughtered me by the hundreds and you by scores. Your weapon sought my throat always, and even when I lived beside you, in your service, I was forced to kill my own. I died by your word, Arthur, not the honor of your hand but the voice of your contempt. So Merlin died so Emrys died. You wonder why your fields grow ash and your cattle sicken and your people cannot conceive? You are responsible. I could not live in a land that had destroyed me.” His voice thickens, “I could not serve a man who wished me dead.”
The rulers of the five kingdoms ask magic to choose who will draw Caliburn and so rule Albion.
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25 Sep 2025
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Suffice it to say, Thomas did not like Mike. At all. On occasion his emotions had reached a fever pitch and he had attempted to confront the man directly by bursting into their bedchamber, but after the second time Alison had threatened a ban on the record player, and Thomas didn’t feel that he loved his outrage more than he loved the Cure.
Alison and Mike move into Button House and, completely unintentionally and totally by accident, teach the ghosts valuable lessons about life and love.
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The pair of droids doing the decanting rinse and dry the babies straight out of the tube, making sure the weighing isn’t thrown off by any excess clinging fluid, and the clones are fluffy-headed and freshly clothed by the time the padded droid arms set them down in the pen, but it’s like the little bastards are trying to make up for their new totally dry environment by sliming the absolute shab out of everything they touch.