Le Fay

By Stacey Jaine McIntosh

Ten-year-old, Morgan is horribly lonely with just her cat, Merlin for company. With no one else to play with, Morgan seeks the company of an imaginary friend, Arthur.
But, Arthur, isn't who he seems and things turn sinister, when he reveals himself to be none other than Arthur Pendragon, Prince of Camelot, before locking Morgan up in the bowels of the earth in a long forgotten crystal cave. Can she escape or will she trapped within the crystal cave forever?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Stacey Jaine McIntosh
• Release date: Aug 8, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393110484

Stacey Jaine McIntosh

Stacey Jaine McIntosh is the author of ten short stories. "Freya" and "Blood Sacrifice" were published late 2011 and "Fallen Angel" published in 2012. "Life or Death", "Exiles of Eden" and "Morrighan" published in 2013. "Red" and "The Summer Girl" were published in June 2015 and "The Hunter Million" and "Shadows of Annwn" are due to be published later in 2015. She lives in Perth, Western Australia with her husband and four young children.

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Printed in the United States of America 

First Printing: August 2019

Le Fay

a short story

One for sorrow,

Two for mirth,

Three for a wedding,

And four for death

—John Brand, 1780

I am Morgan le Fay—revenge was the very last thing bequeathed to me.

My name was such that it would be written on the wind for centuries to come. A litany that would beat madly in the hearts of all those who’d wronged me.

Morgan le Fay... Morgan le Fay... Morgan le Fay.

Death would not come soon enough.

Once, I’d had a father who loved me as much as I loved him.

And they killed him.

The fair folk.

All for the want of a woman. A woman whose name was Igraine. Fated, it was said, to be the Queen of Camelot.

***

Morgan’s mother was beautiful. She had hair that shone like spun gold, and when she let it fall loose, it fell almost down to the floor. Plaited, the long braid came to her waist.

As a child, Morgan envied those long locks, even when they turned snow white with age, she still envied them. Anything would have been better than to be