Arthur’s Sister in Washington’s Court
Kim Iverson Headlee
SciFi Time Travel Fantasy
sick are you of US politics? How doomed is the world because of who
has claimed the Oval Office throne—er, chair?
your spirit by laughing along with what Mark Twain might have written
about today’s political falderal.
entertaining.” —Publishers Weekly
2016 IBPA Benjamin Franklin Gold Medal for Science Fiction &
le Fay, sixth-century Queen of Gore and the only major character not
killed off by Mark Twain in A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s
Court, vows revenge upon the Yankee Hank Morgan. She casts a spell to
take her to 1879 Connecticut so she may waylay Sir Boss before he can
travel back in time to destroy her world. But the spell misses by 300
miles and 200 years, landing her in the Washington, D.C., of 2079,
replete with flying limousines, hovering office buildings,
virtual-reality television, and sundry other technological
is a time-displaced queen of magic and minions to do? Why, rebuild
her kingdom, of course—two kingdoms, in fact: as Campaign Boss for
the reelection of American President Malory Beckham Hinton, and as
owner of the London Knights world-champion baseball
as though by the old master himself, King Arthur’s Sister in
Washington’s Court by Mark Twain as channeled by Kim Iverson
Headlee offers laughs, love, and a candid look at American society,
popular culture, politics, baseball… and the human heart.
Twain began work on A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court in
1879—the same year the Yankee Hank Morgan departed for his sojourn
in sixth-century Britain. The first edition was published in 1889 and
features more than 200 illustrations by the man who later would
become founder of the Boy Scouts of America, Daniel Carter Beard.
These illustrations are now in the public domain, and a handful have
been incorporated into King Arthur’s Sister in Washington’s Court as
an artistic homage to this classic edition of the first time travel
story in all literature.
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“No, of course not, but—”
“Indeed. Then how do you view it?”
He rolled his eyes. “You know how I feel about you—privately, that is. I just don’t appreciate my judgment being questioned on the job all the time. Believe it or not, Boss, I do want what’s best for the team, and I do know what the team needs; but I can’t deliver it to you under these conditions—it’s like I’m bound and gagged. I can’t operate like that. Either free me to do my job for the Knights or free me to do it elsewhere.” His gaze turned soft and sad. “Please.”
Oh, God, he used that magic word on me—me, mistress of magic, and I stood helpless to resist its effect. The rage that had built within my breast throughout his speech seeped from me like helium from a balloon, leaving the skin inflated but with no volition to rise from the floor. Quietly I said:
“Very well, Sandy Carter, if your job means more to you than I do, then you are fired.”
Headlee lives on a farm in southwestern Virginia with her family,
cats, goats, Great Pyrenees goat guards, and assorted wildlife.
People and creatures come and go, but the cave and the 250-year-old
house ruins–the latter having been occupied as recently as the
mid-twentieth century–seem to be sticking around for a while
first edition of Dawnflight (Sonnet Books, Simon & Schuster) and
has been studying the Arthurian legends for nigh on half a century.