I decided to read this series chronologically rather than publication date. I thought the series would run smoother. Well it didn't. I read Mists of Avalon awhile back. Though the book was one thousand pages long, it flowed well. With Ancestors of Avalon, it was harder to get into but overall, I ...
It is always an illusion to believe that the book is written by Marion Zimmer Bradley, but her name is just in the idea behind the book. It is obvious when reading it that the author can't be her: Diana Paxson, for how good is she and how honorable work she is doing is not able to catch the atmos...
The SagaThe Arthurian saga is one of the most enduring legends of Western civilization--a stirring tale of destiny, duty, faith, and majesty that has been told and retold by some of the greatest storytellers of all time. In her sweeping and magnificent multi-volume work "The Hallowed Isle" acclai...
The Romans came, conquered, and departed, leaving behind them a strange new religion called Christianity. The princes of Britannia have driven back the invading Saxons and dream of a return to bygone days, while others on the island invoke the magic of a time older still. For the revered ancient ...
After years of conflict, Britannia finally knows peace and Artor reigns from his throne at Camalot. But discontent rumbles through the kingdom. A new generation longs for the glory their fathers knew. Medraut, the son conceived by deceit, lusts for Artor's crown -- and his queen. Dreams of an emp...
494 TORCHES HAD BEEN SET INTO THE CRUMBLING CITY WALL AND upon the green height of Hengest’s mound. They flickered with pale fire in the last light of the soft summer day. The space before the mound had been cleared and spread with rushes to accommodate the tables for the wedding feast. The King’...
500 THE SKIRLING OF BAGPIPES THROBBED LIKE AN OLD WOUND IN the chill spring air, so constant that one forgot it until a touch, or a memory, brought the pain of loss to consciousness once more. King Leudonus was dead, and the Votadini were gathering to mourn him. The great dun on the rock of Eidyn...
502 THE BONES OF THE EARTH WERE CLOSE TO THE SURFACE HERE. Artor let the horse he was leading halt and gazed around him at grey stone scoured bare by the storms, furred here and there by a thin pelt of grass where seeds had rooted themselves in pockets of soil. Harsh though they were, the mountai...
As the boy reached the platform, the wind changed and he bent over, coughing. The town below the walls had been burning since early morning, and acrid black smoke rose in a shifting column to stain the sky. Velantos set down his bow, lifted the cloth he had tied over his nose and mouth, and took ...
Grimacing, Damisa swatted a midge from her arm. “Ask me tomorrow!” “Will your opinion have changed?” Iriel’s words came muffled through the veils she had swathed around her face and throat to protect herself from the midges and other insects that seemed to swarm everywhere along the river. Reeds ...