A flicker of someone else’s memory came to Simon, and he picked up Excalibur from where he had dropped it. Carefully, he laid Excalibur on Arthur’s chest. A smile crossed the king’s pasty face as he closed his grazed hands around the sword’s hilt. The touch of something so familiar seemed to give Arthur cause to close his eyes and after a final, relieved breath left his lips, he died.

— Sam Whitehouse

As he hurtled through the air Simon saw the boiling emerald fire hit his protective spell and explode into sickly green sparks, inches from where Flair was still crouched, oblivious to the chaos unfolding around him.

— Sam Whitehouse

Everything changed for Simon False the first time he fell through the fire.

— Sam Whitehouse

Raw, freezing magic detonated from her outstretched hand with the sound of a thousand thunderclaps.

— Sam Whitehouse

Taking Morgan with it, the lightning arced back through the clouds; leaving behind nothing but the last echoing remains of her scream.

— Sam Whitehouse