She wore a robe of linen dyed gold, she wore gold about her neck and on her wrists, while her springing red hair was trapped by a circle of gold. She looked like a goddess.
— Bernard Cornwell, Enemy of God  


♛ Morgan le Fay + quotes {7/ ∞}

“ ‘There! I told Mordred he had nothing to fear!’ Nimue gasps a little as she finds her voice. ‘I told him Morgan would not change. I told him nothing could undo her hate for Arthur.’ 
I, Taliesin, am speechless with amazement. Can Nimue really not feel the truth? Can the night so bewitch, so distort, so deceive her senses? Or do we find each in this story what we want to hear? Morgan the wicked witch, Arthur the noble king. Their tragedy is our misunderstanding.”  

Taliesin’s telling (Morgan le Fay Book Four) - Fay Sampson


Amesbury Convent, England. Guinevere & Lancelot meet one last time.
We looked at one another a long time. Then he went on one knee, took my hand, and pressed it to his lips. I caressed his black head, wondering desperately why I should feel so pained by the silver threads I found there. He led me to a bench and we sat silent, looking at one another in a kind of quiet desperation, because we had said goodbye forever, long ago.
— Queen of Camelot, Nancy McKenzie

Coats of Arms of (some) Knights of the Round Table from a 16th century French manuscript, including most of our favourite Merlin knights.

From left to right:

Galahad, Percival, Lancelot du Lac, Bors

King Arthur, Gawain, Tristan, Lionel

(H)elyan the White, King Bagdemagus, King Edern, King Rience, 

King Carados, King Clariance, Duke Chaliens of Clarence and (H)ector de Maris.


L a n c e l o t  &  G u i n e v e r e
As she fled fast thro’ sun and shade, the happy winds upon her play’d, blowing the ringlet from the braid. She look’d so lovely, as she sway’d, the rein with dainty finger-tips. A man had given all other bliss, and all his worldly worth for this, to waste his whole heart in one kiss upon her perfect lips.
— Alfred, Lord Tennyson


♛ Morgan le Fay + quotes {5/ ∞}

“She threw herself on her knees in front of me and grabbed my hand. Morgan the Wise, kneeling to me!
‘Tell me I did not do it! Tell me this was not my work! I meant it for love! Who am I, Smith? Tell me I am Morgan the Healer, not Morgan the Destroyer!’ ”

Blacksmith’s telling (Morgan le Fay Book Three) - Fay Sampson

Celtic Otherworlds

The Otherworld(s) of Celtic myth are invisible realms where gods, spirits, elves, giants, etc reside. Some Otherworlds are beautiful heavens, and others are terrible hells. Otherworlds are guarded and hidden by magic.
The Otherworld(s) can be found in places like lakes, caves, forests, rivers, dunes, and islands. An Otherworld may also be a grandiose castle or even a humble cottage. Often times the Otherworld(s) make an appearance at night, but then quickly vanish in the daylight. It is also said that on the eve of Samhain (saah-win) all gates to the Otherworld open and spirits venture into our world from theirs.
The Otherworld(s) have a very different concept of time. Generally, time moves at a much slower slower rate. Spending one year in an Otherworld could mean centuries have passed in our world.

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My edit: the Family of Orkney and the Children of Morgause: Gawain, Agravaine, Clarissant, Gaheris, Gareth, Mordred.

The five brothers were named in Le Mort d'Arthur and other important arthurian sources, for example the romances of Chretien de’ Trois. In Le Mort d'Arthur of Malory, Gawain, Agravaine, Gaheris and Gareth are sons of Morgause and Lot King of Orkney, meanwhile Mordred was born by the accidental incest between Morgause and King Arthur.

Clarissant, the only daughter of Morgause, didn’t appeared in Le Mort d’ Arthur, but only in some marginal legends. I personally love the headcanon that she is a selkie, and I adopted it.


♛ Morgan le Fay + quotes {6/ ∞}

“Mordred. Morgan’s blood. Anyone can see that with half an eye. He pulls up his horse on the racetrack ahead of the rest and swings neatly down. He smoothed the sweating beast with a whisper, hands the reins to the ready groom, and comes towards me, unhurried but purposeful. He looks pleased with life, but his breathing is steady. You wouldn’t think he had just won a race. A young man under control, with deep reserves of power kept hidden, like a salmon that hangs flickering in the current. An arresting face. Darkly handsome. Morgan might have looked like that if Gorlois had ever sired a son. Black Morgan. Black Mordred. ”

Taliesin’s telling (Morgan le Fay Book Four) - Fay Sampson

Women who want to understand magic…in between space and time. Just people, women. Chosen like you. When you learned to walk between worlds, you proved ready to join our Circle. 

Science and magic. Long ago, we of the Lake realized those two practices would eventually become one.