The Excalibur Curse (Camelot Rising, #3)

by Kiersten White

But she did not feel finished, because it was not actually a quest. It was not a story, neatly contained and tidily ended. The stories were all lies, leaving out the before, the after, and all the characters the tellers did not deem worthy.

Perhaps it was human nature to cling to simple stories. Stories of right triumphing over wrong, of wizards who were powerful and good, of kings who always saved their people. Stories that made sense, with a beginning, a middle, and an end. Guinevere could not say whether the stories helped—inspiring and comforting the listeners—or hurt, leaving out the messy truths in favor of shining falsehoods. But they would continue to be told, she had no doubt.

Now go pick up a sword, a needle, a pen, or whatever tool you’ll use to create your own magic as you claim your future.