Winner of best Short Story in the 2016 Pulp Ark New Pulp Awards for J. Patrick Allen's "Dragonfly Shadow"You can tell a lot about a dragon by their hoard.
Not the shiny one, the other one. The one where they keep their favorite things. Some dragons keep a private stash of dwarven-wrought artifices, and others tapestries that run from wall-to-wall and corner-to-corner. The Dragon Lord himself has a library. A library that devours halls and caves, filling them with every kind of book and codex and scroll.
These are the stories that fill his favorite shelf. Of course they're his...

Dear Mr. Great and Glorious Dragon Lord,
I am applying for a position you don't know that you need filled, that of your secretary. Before you reject this application, please consider the following. Who organizes and polishes your treasure hoard? Dragon claws are too large and imprecise. You require an applicant with thumbs. Who organizes your schedule? Dragons are too self-interested for this work. You require an applicant willing to write down your every meeting and make sure each one fits neatly into your calendar.
I believe I am this applicant.
I come highly recommended, and I...

From Award-Winning Curator Nicole Petit
Best Beloved, have you ever wondered why the whale has such a small throat? Why the elephant has such a long nose? Why cats are such jerks? In 1902, Rudyard Kipling answered these questions in a collection of fables explaining the whys and wherefores of the world in whimsical ways. Kipling answered many of life's questions, but there are so many more questions to be answered.
How did time learn to be bedtime? Who found the letters of the alphabet, and first minded P and Q? Why does gravity hold us so tight? Why do ducks have such silly voices?...

King Arthur is dead. Camelot has fallen. Britain drowns in Saxons.
These are the stories of what came after.
Merlin's prophecies begin such, in introduction:
"In the days when Arthur's dream was dimmed, as grey embers under storm, actors from our reverie still acted. A boy ventures into decaying Broceliande with the May Hawk's daughter, both in search of fathers. Sir Gawain, bereft of his nation, rides in search of my tomb-but finds a friend turned enemy. In the Britain's hour of need, the round table will be restored to defend Logres in the sky, in the London Blitz.
"My...