The Mists of Avalon (Avalon, #1)

by Marion Zimmer Bradley

a land ruled by priests is a land filled with tyrants on Earth

Whatever pretty toys he might choose for his bed—and the girl on his lap was just one more of them—she knew that she suited him well.

drawn), it might be as well to take a lover who found delight in her; it was good to be cherished and sought after.

From these Christians who came to us to escape the bigotry of their own kind I learned something, at last, of the Nazarene, the carpenter’s son who had attained Godhead in his own life and preached a rule of tolerance; and so I came to see that my quarrel was never with the Christ, but with his foolish and narrow priests who mistook their own narrowness for his.