You know that showdown in The Book of Three between a desperate queen and a defiant hero? What if that wasn't their first meeting? What if the real story was more tangled, nuanced, and tragic? Boundaries can be crossed and instinct overridden, but it's impossible to leave oneself behind. (Set roughly 18-20 years pre-canon. Consider this on the mature side of a T rating.)

Even the noblest heroes can sometimes make mistakes, but it takes courage to call them out on it. And maybe a little hotheaded recklessness. A lethal giant cat covering your back doesn’t hurt, either. Post Castle of Llyr; Fflewddur broods over the well-being of his surrogate daughter/favorite princess.

An epic AU, in 12 short monthly vignettes (drabbles?). Things take a turn near the end of The Black Cauldron.

Drabble collection. Was Eilonwy-centric, now expanded to a little of everything, including fic of other fic.

"...for she who had once ruled Prydain had died not without honor." In the Great Hall of Annuvin, Gwydion pays Achren a final homage. Grief is a tangled knot, with many dangling threads.

Awakening to powers and passions both confusing and compelling, haunted by her past and coveted for her future, she is bound to another land with magic that claims her as its own. The tides of fate may be irresistible…but she is a daughter of the moon. Eilonwy's POV during The Castle of Llyr.

A proper lady would have gone with the women and children, as ordered. But she’d never been a proper lady, and he should know better than to think she’d begin now. THK, slightly spicy and mild AU pre-battle moment between T/E.

Things have been quiet and peaceful under the reign of the High King and Queen in Prydain for far too long. Is all hope of magic lost? With an encroaching enemy and the promise of eternal glory, perhaps it's time for a new generation of companions to take up the challenge.

A short-but-sweet tale of Llyr and Penarddun. Set within the mythic foundations of CompanionWanderer's beautiful novel-length fic, Daughter of the Sea, and also featured in her Castle of Llyr adaptation, Rising Crescent, Rolling Tide. She sought a folktale linking Llyr to the phenomenon of bioluminescent algae, and I happily accepted that challenge. Extended-universe Prydain.

Relationships change, but the vital things remain. Short vignette set within the fic The Scion, published with that author’s blessing.

A tale based on Lloyd Alexander's Chronicles of Prydain; recounting the story from Prince Gwydion's point of view.

After a healing, safe year at Caer Dallben, a new adventure presents a chance to forge her identity in a wider world. She's not always ready for it. But neither is it, for her. /Chronicles of Prydain: The Black Cauldron, retold from Eilonwy's perspective. Sequel to my fic, Sunrise.

A (slightly) misremembered message prompts Fflewddur Fflam to plan his most important lie ever. Set during Taran Wanderer.

Three years after the events of The High King, Taran and Eilonwy unravel mysteries of the past, encounter a mysterious stranger in the present, and contend with a sinister new threat to the future of Prydain. (Sequel to The High King, set in the Universe of The Scion)

What happened after Taran and Eilonwy became High King & Queen of Prydain? Set directly after "The High King" Please review and help ;-)

"Taran's heart was suddenly and strangely heavy." Self-knowledge too late is bittersweet. A literary adaptation of my comic Spring, Fallen, which details the Apple Tree Incident we get to hear about only peripherally. Because there just cannot be too many versions of this scene. :P

Taran arrives home from the Isle of Mona without Eilonwy. Angst ensues. (- gross simplification, but it is late, and I am tired)

"He muttered something about leaving the diplomacy up to her, since she was so fond of /talking/, and she laughed, and set about assuring him that, as much as she loved words, she loved him much, much more." Prydain, post High-King. Newlywed novelty, and why it all matters, in the grand scheme of things. Note: this carries an extra-spicy T-rating, but is non-explicit, as ever.

Hevydd the smith was a patient man. But he found his patience tried often, since Taran Wanderer took up a hammer beside him. The boy wasn't the problem. It was the girls.

Immediately after the theft of Dyrnwyn, Achren and Gwydion find uncommon common ground. (This follows from the Queen of Iron and Bone pre-canon fic and will make more sense after reading that, but can stand alone well enough).

Horses will do what they do, even under Dallben’s watch. But he won’t let it happen again. /mildly fluffy vignette set between TBC and CoL, complete

They were landmarks on a map, every one a reminder of some good thing he'd done, even in his ignorant youth; each blemish a monument to his courage, to his compassion. She could not regret them, for that reason alone, and if she had to keep saving his life again and again, well…she was good at that, by now. /post-series, Taran/Eilonwy, T , romance with a dash of angst, COMPLETE

Arriving at Caer Dathyl to take his bardic examinations, Fflewddur Fflam meets a young Adaon. Draws on my story "Inspiration."

Missing scene from The Black Cauldron. After leaving Gwystyl's way post, Adaon thinks over the tangle of choices he has had to make in accepting his destiny.

Takes place near the beginning of book 2 of the Prydain Chronicles. Dallben's musings on fate and human choice, as he waits at Caer Dallben after the warriors depart to destroy the Black Cauldron.