♛ Morgan le Fay + books {4/ ∞}
i am morgan le fay (nancy springer)
“[…] — but magic is neither witchcraft nor illusion. True magic is made of love, not witchery, and it is more real than real, more solid than stone, for only a greater magic can breach it”..
[synopsis]
Morgan is a willful, mischievous girl with mismatched eyes of emerald and violet. A girl of magic, whose childhood ends when King Uther Pendragon murders her father and steals away her mother. Then Pendragon dies and, in a warring country with no one to claim the throne, there are many who want Morgan dead. But Morgan has power, and magic. She is able to change the course of history, to become other, to determine her own fate-and, thus the fate of Britain. She will become Morgan le Fay (x).
Tag: quote
No one will ever be as metal as Bedwyr in Culhwch ac Olwen
And Arthur called Bedwyr, who never shrank from any enterprise. And although he was one-handed, three warriors could not shed blood faster than he on the field of battle. Another property he had; his lance would produce a wound equal to those of nine opposing lances.
(…)
They rose to go forth, and Yspaddaden Penkawr seized one of the three poisoned darts that lay beside him, and threw it after them. And Bedwyr caught it, and flung it, and pierced Yspaddaden Penkawr grievously with it.
Guy has one fricking hand, catches a lance and throws it back at a giant like what up?
“My mother never wept in front of me, she never had to. Even then, I knew that she missed my father more than anyone. Some people said that they would overhear her whispering to the sun as if it was him. As if it made the pain go away.”
-Elaine on Igraine (Arthur’s Reign by KJ Griffiths)
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Desdemona
robbed of life or honour is nothing to a Mordred, robbed of himself—his soul
stolen, overlaid, wizened, while the mother-character lives in triumph,
superfluously and with stifling love endowed on him, seemingly innocent of
ill-intention. […] Now that she was dead, he had become her grave. She existed
in him like the vampire.
The Once and Future King, by T. H. White
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)
She smiled back at him – an honest, straight-to-her-core sort of smile that said she was a little embarrassed, and going out on a limb by telling him that. His hand reached forward, almost without him noticing. His fingers touched hers. Her smile waned a bit, but she didn’t look away from him. If anything, her eyes became just a little more intense. Then, light flooded the room as the door opened.
Both Arthur and Guinevere pulled their hands away on reflex.
“There he is,” Kay said.
Arthur pursed his lips together at his brother’s timing.
“Is this a private party, or can any knights join?”
“Wait, wait! Tory said, stopping Kay and Balin, half way through the door. “Were you two having a moment just now?”
“No! the two of them replied.
"Not at all!”
“We were just…”
“Arthur didn’t want anybody downstairs to see that he was up here…”
“So leave the lights off, because…”
“Oh my Grail,” Tory said. “We crashed your moment.
Fro the Maryage of Kynge Uther unto Kyng Arthure that Regned Aftir Hym and Ded Many Batayles
Le Morte d’Arthur
I was kinda surprised to learn it’s actual Middle English and not some modern form of Internet slang.
(via volnaib)
“…the high king opened his mouth to speak, but could make no answer.”
― stephen r. lawhead, arthur
The Arthurian Smut Cycle will be three volumes of the Arthurian story in a way you’ve never seen it before. I’m aiming to illustrate the entire saga of King Arthur through Merlin’s perspective… but a really hot, gay Merlin. No more ancient beardy Merlins creeping on Vivaine until she has to trap him under a rock, my friends. No more super-hetero medieval knights who m’lady their way through a Hollywood-medieval fever-dream. I want to show you the beauty of middle ages and the disastrously hot homosociality, homoeroticism and homosexual traditions of medieval chivalric society. I want to make you laugh and cry and, yeah, admittedly turn you on a bit with stories of gay love and sex in a climate where such things are valued and–you could even say–encouraged, and not everyone dies tragically at the end.
Soren Häxan (via professorerudite)
bored at work and thinking about codes of honor so i made this Excalibur
Arthurian Legends 