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Your mother insisted it was the sea that delivered you, and so you were named.” Morgan is my name, and its origin true at least—“sea-born” by way of the Welsh tongue.
“I can’t help it.” I sniffed. “When Morgause says those things, it gets hot in my belly, then up to my head, and…I just forget.”
Me too Morgan
It wasn’t as if I knew when my fury was coming; I couldn’t catch it in my hands, or even bury it deep, because it already lived there, slumbering in my core like a dragon waiting to be woken.
“Survival,” he said. “At any given moment she can fly away, knowing she can live. She doesn’t need me, the falconer, or the shelter of the mews. That is the greatest power of all.”
“True power comes from freedom, and the ability to survive what befalls us.”
Damn.
All the more reason to heed me, given we are already married in the eyes of God.”
Disgusting Uther. Slimy
“Don’t fret, good woman. It wasn’t adultery. Your husband was already dead at his fortress. Merlin will confirm everything. It was his clever sorcery that cleared my passage to your bed.” My breath caught in my throat, but the awfulness in her whisper told all. “That was you? With his face, his body? How did…How could you?” “You rejected my admiration and spurned my advances,” said the King. “What choice did you give me, truly?”
Uther is a disgusting man. So is Merlin for enabling his behavior.
Uther Pendragon—liar, King and murderer—smiled, a joyless thing made only of victory; the same sneer I had seen once before, on the face of a dark, hulking figure, in the corridor of my mother’s chamber, trailing mist and wearing the skin of my father.
My capacity for hatred has always been great, but unlike my temper it was never innate;
It was then I heard it: a defiant keening sound, strong and vital, endlessly fierce, already fading into memory; a wail I had heard before, or perhaps just the renewed protest of the Cornish wind, lost beneath the echo of the roaring waves.
Hmmmm....the baby crying?
Learning about the world seemed the first step towards greater understanding.
What purpose, education, for a female child?”
Uther you bastard...
the sea he’d almost drowned in during a nighttime storm.
"eyes like the sea after a storm"
“If you are unholy then I am damned along with you.”
“Morgan,” he said in his particular way, though it was deeper now, steeped in tenderness, rich with our secrets.
“Would that I could hear you say that every day, forever.” He leaned into my touch. “If you want me to, mon coeur, then I will.”
Awwww
Protect the chevalier, it had said.
The binding was like nothing I’d ever seen: jet-black covers, ornately tooled into a pattern of spiky vines, twisting densely around glossy inlaid onyx. The edges and spine were studded with rubies of all sizes, shining bloody in the candlelight.
Fancy
“Lack of understanding is the very reason we should explore it.
Periodt
Knowledge cannot be bad, only misused.
“I love you, and you are the good in my heart. It was worth anything to keep you safe.”
Love between friends.
Every word and long, aching note spoke to where we had been and where we were now, and just then, locked within our mutual gaze, it was as if there had been no absence.
“That makes two of us,” he said softly. “Revived by you.”
“All I know is how it feels to be together again. Like I am whole.”
“In truth, Morgan, I can no longer remember when I haven’t thought of you. It’s as if you’ve been my whole life.”
I would do anything to be all that you need.
“For you, Morgan. The thought I might see you, just one more time. La folie, I know, madness. But I could not make myself leave.” “And here I am, once more, offering my own truth. Accolon, I have never wanted or needed any more than you. You’ve always been enough.”
“If I am not for you, then I am for no one,”
We were water then, fluent, indivisible; a lake in a rainstorm, rippling with life; a waterfall colliding with itself in tumult and thrill; a river in spring thaw, wild and unceasing, rushing to meet the salt embrace of the sea.
Ooooh
After everything I was warned about as a girl, I never imagined my own ruin would feel quite so miraculous.”
HAHAHA
“You could say, I suppose, that I am already married in the eyes of God.”
Take that Uther you disgusting pig
“Bring me a priest if you don’t believe me,” I said. “I will swear before God Himself that I have done nothing I regret.”
“Tell Accolon I love him. And that I am only ever his, come what may.”
“Love,” she continued, “is potent and powerful—it gives pleasure, meaning. But it also dominates, weakens, is a beast greedy and selfish, requiring constant sacrifice. To love is to cede our own power, an act of surrender we cannot guarantee will be returned.
“It isn’t weakness,” I protested. “Love clarifies, not destroys. It brings strength, fulfilment to our hopes and wants. My love for Accolon, I chose it. He is my fate—one I decided upon.”
Nevertheless, my lady, you have me bewitched.”
How could I stop looking for someone I had never ceased seeking since I had first laid eyes on him?
Before I could blink, he strode past me and with one violent thrust threw both manuscripts into the fire.
What an ass
“You could never lose me, brother,”
Hmmmmm im not so sure about that Morgan...
“She is my wife!” the Seneschal roared. “The mother of my children! You raised the cup at my wedding and took every ounce of loyalty I had, when for years you’ve been making me a cuckold!”
DAAAAMNNN Urien about to get scoooolded by Morgan...
light bouncing off an endless rainbow of windows and the cathedral’s vaulting spires.
Be a good wife, bear his children, then take your own lovers and avenge yourself.”
Periodt Morgause
A man might be told to say a few more Hail Marys, or spend some weeks exiled from a bed or two. But only women burn.”
“There isn’t a law yet made that cannot be broken, given the correct skills, and enough courage.”
“You hunger for this knowledge,” he said softly. “It would be so easy to give it to you. All you must do in return is learn—powerful things, wondrous things, everything your education would not allow.”
In the words of Rumplestiltskin, "all magic comes with a price…"
“My name is Morgan,” I said. “And there aren’t enough words for all that I am.”
They were men, after all, and I was still at the mercy of what they chose to believe.
