Sublime

Charity reached for her shield and saw the damage. Her fingers froze for a second, then she passed her silver sickle from one hand to the other. “Get back to the portal as soon as you deliver the message. The Titan is supposed to be the least intelligent of the Dreadgods, but I’m sensing⁠—” The Titan vanished. It took a second for

expedient.

It’s perhaps not surprising, then, that for a special “All Nations” issue of Ellery Queen’s Mystery Magazine, Boucher convinced the editors to publish his translation of an Argentine poet and essayist hardly known within the United States. Thus, in that fateful EQMM August 1948 issue, beneath a typically garish cover showing a black-gloved woman be

(If you want to study the master of the well-constructed chapter—and plot and flat-out gorgeous writing—read Raymond Chandler. The Long Goodbye is my favorite.)

This is the same Morgan who once trapped him in the cellar of her castle for three months, back in the old days. The first rumours about him and Gwenhwyfar probably passed as whispers from her lips into Arthur’s ears, to sow discord at Caer Moelydd. He has a glut of reasons to dislike her. But there was always something about her that he faintly ad