Never name the well from which you will not drink.

And so, perhaps, the truth winds somewhere between the road to Glastonbury, Isle of the Priests, and the road to Avalon, lost forever in the mists of the Summer Sea.

Arthur, their young king, like a hero out of legend.

Morgaine laughed and mocked, but when it was a real trouble, no one could be kinder.

A friend of ours has a hobby doing genealogy, and we found out that we were cousins in the ninth degree, that we had a common ancestor on the Mayflower.

On one occasion I shared a bed with about seven other people, but we were all having a party overnight

I wasn't a child at 13, were you?