Arthurian Legends

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Once and Future King Character aesthetic: Morgause of Orkney | The Queen of Air and Darkness

The Queen had recognized the impossible. Even in the miasma of her Gaelic mind, she had come to see that asses do not mate with pythons. It was useless to go on dramatizing her charms and talents for the benefit of these ridiculous knights—useless to go on hunting them with the tyrannous baits of what she thought was love. With a sudden turn of feeling she discovered that she hated them. They were imbeciles, as well as being the Sassenach, and she herself was a saint. She was, she discovered with a change of posture, interested in nothing but her darling boys. She was the best mother to them in the world! Her heart ached for them, her maternal bosom swelled. When Gareth nervously brought white heather to her bedroom as an apology for being whipped, she covered him with kisses, glancing in the mirror. (Once and Future King, The Queen of Air and Darkness, T.A. White)

gloomy-sir-mordecai:

I’m a loser
with the

coloured pencils

red0ktober:

Wight

私设，死灵骑士兰斯

Hi! Where did you buy your books?

Hello!

I usually buy them on abebooks. Depending on where you live you can look for “abebooks + your country name”. It has a lot of cheap old books that otherwise are quite hard to find!

I also use amazon a lot, mostly for ebooks, recently.

But the best way it’s probably checking this website:

http://www.bookfinder.com/

Select the country where you live and the name of the book and the website will tell you where to buy the cheapest one (I usually check that after checking abebooks on my own, because not always it finds the books there).

starllady:

The Mists of Avalon characters: ~~Gwydion~~ Arthur Pendragon

And I never knew you again. My brother, my baby, the one who lay on my breast like a little child. Morgaine, Morgaine, I told you to take care of the baby, as she went away and left us, and he cried himself to sleep in my arms. And I did not know. “It’s all right,” she said again, rocking him, “don’t cry, my brother, my beloved, my little one, don’t cry, it’s all right.”
But even as she soothed him, despair beat at her. Why did you do this to us? Great Mother, Lady, why?

lukaskom:

Sire Gawain (and the Green Knight)

lesmiserabelles:

je suis votre amie

Now Sir Launcelot wandered errant for many days, meeting no adventure of any moment, but taking great joy in all that he beheld of the wide world about him, and in that time he found lodging wheresoever he chanced to be (if not in house, then beneath the skies), and he endured all sorts of weather, both wet and dry.

Howard Pyle (via lesavagedamsel)