Pendragon Cycle Brett - Cooper

But this wasn’t the high chivalry of Camelot. This was the muddy, brutal fifth century.

Brett looked at the boy who would be king, at Morgaine with her sea-gray eyes, at the territory that had almost been unmade by doubt. pendragon cycle brett cooper

“I have to. But you’re ready.”

Brett felt his ring grow warm. The flume was opening—not in the forest, but in Arthur’s chest. A flume made of faith. But this wasn’t the high chivalry of Camelot

“In every story worth telling,” Brett said. “Travelers always find each other.” at Morgaine with her sea-gray eyes