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“The big knight fell heavily to the ground, and lay there, as nearly dead as possible. His servants came running from the castle and took him in. He got better in the end, but nobody cared much about that.”
― Roger Lancelyn Green, King Arthur and His Knights of the Round Table

“Each male dragon has one female, the other half of his soul, the light to his dark. She has been fashioned by the Universe especially for him. Dragons mate for life. Once we find our one perfect mate, there will be no other.”
― Julia Mills, Her Love, Her Dragon: The Saga Begins

“Even sporting a frown, his upper lip was full with a pronounced 'Cupid's bow' that inspired the image of her nibbling his tender flesh to manifest in her mind. At the thought, her cheeks heated with a blush she knew he saw by the smirk that lifted the corner of his mouth.

"What are ya thinkin' about?" He winked, adding insult to injury where her pride was concerned.

Taking a step back and turning on her heel, Abigail growled, "I was thinking you have the manners of a stable boy but are dressed like knight.”
― Julia Mills, Her Love, Her Dragon: The Saga Begins

“How was she supposed to be in the same room with the man that made her want to simultaneously kiss him and kill him?”
― Julia Mills, Her Love, Her Dragon: The Saga Begins

“The knight knew he was of good breeding and noble blood, that his reputation was sterling. He had no dalliances. He was a highly decorated Knight of the Round Table.”
― Julia Mills, Her Love, Her Dragon: The Saga Begins

“If you feel you must become a 'dragon man'," she chuckled as she spoke. "Then I will be by your side every step of the way.”
― Julia Mills, Her Love, Her Dragon: The Saga Begins

“And the Dragon Guard was bornâ€�”
― Julia Mills, Her Love, Her Dragon: The Saga Begins

“Now!â€� Marvin interjected. ‘You must all be wondering why I invited you here. Well, you know why you’re here, Arthur; and I assume you’ve explained a little about the club to our members—â€�

‘We’re looking at alternative truths, right?� Bedivere asked. ‘The darker side to Britain, and all that.�

‘Yes, yes, Bedivere, we shall cover that. We shall look at Europe, why we left and why ultimately the EU was disbanded; we shall look at the tragic situation in the United States, and we shall look at the abandonment of the Commonwealth states and the blight of Indonesia. But as well as that we shall also be looking closer to home, at our own histories, and I use the plural intentionally; at the rising rebels in the old Celtic countries, at the redefinition of New National Britain’s borders, and at our absolute ruler himself, George Milton, who thus far has used all his electoral power to claw hold of democratic immunity, whose Party has long since been a change-hand, change-face game of musical chairs with the same policies and people from one party to the next. This brings me to my former point of why I invited you here: because I believe that you three are the smartest, the most open, the most questioning, and that you will benefit most from hearing things from an alternative viewpoint—not always my own, and not always comfortable—that the three of you may one day take what you have learned here and remember it when the world darkens, and this country truly forgets that which it once was.�

There was a deep silence. Even Arthur, who was used to Marvin’s tangential speeches, was momentarily confounded, and in the quiet that followed he observed Bedivere to see what he thought of this side to their teacher. His eyes then slipped to Morgan, and he was surprised to find that she was transfixed.

‘But I must stress to all of you, it is my job at risk in doing this, my life at stake. So when you speak of this, speak only amongst yourselves, and tell no one what it is we discuss here. Understood?�

There was a series of dumbstruck nods of consent. Bedivere cleared his throat with a small cough.

‘And here I thought this was just going to be an extra-curricular history club,â€� he joked.”
― M.L. Mackworth-Praed

“You would argue that we’re not a parasitic life form?â€� Arthur challenged. Morgan seemed wounded.

‘Do you think I’m parasitic, Arthur?� asked Bedivere, his eyebrows raised.

‘No, but—�

‘How about Gwen?� he added, teasing.

‘Of course not, I didn’t say that the individual is parasitic, just our current way of life. Consumerism is destroying the planet. No, it has destroyed the planet. Why do you think half the world has starved to death? There’s not enough left to support everyone.�

‘Says who?� Morgan snapped.

‘Says common sense.� He could feel the wine loosening his tongue. ‘People are lying when they say things aren’t that bad. What do you think all those wars were for? We were all just fighting over who got to eat the last éclair.�

Marvin’s stomach growled, and he awkwardly cleared his throat.”
― M.L. Mackworth-Praed