Gawain and the Green Knight

Gawain and the Green Knight is unpublished. After a major revision, it will be available as a new book under the name Everknight. If you are interested in an advanced reading copy, please use this form:

Sir Gawain serves as the most honorable knight at King Arthur’s Round Table, and after an encounter with the mysterious Green Knight, Gawain’s fate becomes intertwined with that of his own honorable death – a destiny he must fight for to the bitter end. After accepting a beheading challenge from the Green Knight, Sir Gawain is awestruck to find the knight quite alive, despite his mortal wound.


A reader:”Gawain And The Green Knight by Stefan Emunds is a brilliant rendition of the beautiful tale of Sir Gawain’s destiny, a fiery knight with a single purpose in mind; to attain honor. Courageous and bent on becoming memorable as a noble knight, Sir Gawain of King Arthur’s Round Table accepts a beheading challenge from the mysterious Green Knight and sets out on an odyssey that is shrouded in mystery.”


Fifty yards away a river whirls fire, water, and stones into the air. It’s a ferocious, elemental wall, ready to obliterate anything that gets too close.

Gawain clears the old lump in his throat, which is, apart from the pendant, his mother’s sole legacy. 

The world eclipses and it’s just her and him. No it’s just her eyes and his soul. Her eyes expose and violate him, she turns him inside out. Then, her eyes drop him like a boring toy.

Waiting for one’s execution is worse than dying. To seek my beheading is glory. Who went to his execution willingly? Jesus did. Jesus even dragged his cross half way to Golgotha. I think he would have nailed himself to the cross if he had to.

Gold doesn’t make a great kingdom. In Arthur’s lands people are free to go about their businesses and pursue their happiness. Plenty of opportunities for those who work hard. Schools are free. We have peace. But how so? It is honor that keeps it that way, not gold! If your kind ruled, our kingdom would puke from lobbying and scheming.

One by one, the days desert Gawain’s life like rats leave a sinking ship. 

If pending doom isn’t a good reason for loving a woman one last time, I don’t know what is.

Her body feels soft and tight at the same time. He sinks into her like a stone into an ocean. He stops breathing.

The hill’s peculiarity throws him off balance. The grassy chapel is haunted by a daunting vicinity of death and peace.

Honor is a balancing act and only the heart can strike that balance.