Lady of Avalon

2013-06-24
 |  Fiction
Lady of Avalon

Author: Marion Zimmer Bradley

Publisher: Hachette UK

ISBN: 9780575113893

Category: Fiction

Page: 448

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Through the generations the women of Avalon prepare for the coming of the Defender, the sacred king who will guard the old ways of the Britons and save their land from destruction. On the holy isle of Avalon, hidden in the mists between the world of Faerie and the world of men, they wait... For High Priestess Caillean, facing the Roman foe, salvation comes not through victory, but bitter sacrifice. Two hundred years later her successor Dierna faces a new enemy: the Saxon hordes who assail her people like savages. By the time of Viviane, Britain seems wholly lost. But a Merlin is made amongst the Druids once more, and the day of the Defender, who will come to be known as Arthur, draws close... A spellbinding historical fantasy, Lady of Avalon links the bestselling novels in the Avalon series - The Forests of Avalon and The Mists of Avalon.

Celtic Fire

 |  Fiction
Celtic Fire

Author: Liz Gavin, USA Today Bestselling Author

Publisher: Elessar Books LLC

ISBN:

Category: Fiction

Page: 280

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From USA Today bestselling Author Liz Gavin comes a fantasy like no other. Caught in a centuries-old war between Christians and Druids, a young High Priestess is Avalon’s last chance. Wise and powerful, Rowen is faithful to the Old Religion, but how can she obey the Goddess without betraying Caddaric? Can she trust Eochaid when he embodies everything she despises? Caddaric has been Rowen’s companion for countless lifetimes. Now she lives in the mortal plane, while he remains in mystic Avalon. Can Caddaric witness a flesh-and-blood man become Rowen’s protector? Will he risk losing Rowen’s heart to save Avalon? Eochaid has sworn to protect the Old Ways. A fiery High Priestess isn’t part of his plans. Yet he would risk his life to protect Rowen. But, will the Goddess protect his heart? Can he defend the bewitching maiden from himself? When stakes are so high that a mistake will cost their world, a priestess, a druid, and a warrior must learn to trust one another. Their success can save Avalon. Failure is not an option.

Twilight of Avalon

2009-05-05
 |  Fiction
Twilight of Avalon

Author: Anna Elliott

Publisher: Simon and Schuster

ISBN: 9781439164556

Category: Fiction

Page: 448

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Book One in the Twilight of Avalon Trilogy She is a healer, a storyteller, a warrior, and a queen without a throne. In the shadow of King Arthur's Britain, one woman knows the truth that could save a kingdom from the hands of a tyrant... Ancient grudges, old wounds, and the quest for power rule in the newly widowed Queen Isolde's court. Hardly a generation after the downfall of Camelot, Isolde grieves for her slain husband, King Constantine, a man she secretly knows to have been murdered by the scheming Lord Marche -- the man who has just assumed his title as High King. Though her skills as a healer are renowned throughout the kingdom, in the wake of Con's death, accusations of witchcraft and sorcery threaten her freedom and her ability to bring Marche to justice. Burdened by their suspicion and her own grief, Isolde must conquer the court's distrust and superstition to protect her throne and the future of Britain. One of her few allies is Trystan, a prisoner with a lonely and troubled past. Neither Saxon nor Briton, he is unmoved by the political scheming, rumors, and accusations swirling around the fair queen. Together they escape, and as their companionship turns from friendship to love, they must find a way to prove what they know to be true -- that Marche's deceptions threaten not only their lives but the sovereignty of the British kingdom. In Twilight of Avalon, Anna Elliott returns to the roots of the legend of Trystan and Isolde to shape a very different story -- one based in the earliest written versions of the Arthurian tales -- a captivating epic brimming with historic authenticity, sweeping romance, and the powerful magic of legend.

The Waters and Fires of Avalon

2013-05
 |  Body, Mind & Spirit
The Waters and Fires of Avalon

Author: Christopher Penczak

Publisher:

ISBN: 0982774389

Category: Body, Mind & Spirit

Page: 134

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In August of 2011, members of the Temple of Witchcraft took part in a sacred pilgrimage to the British Isles to visit the sacred site of Glastonbury Tor and the Chalice Well. They stayed at the Chalice Well House and performed nightly rituals in the garden to connect and work with the energies and spirits of this sacred site, long associated with the legendary Isle of Avalon. Now join them through this collection of remembrances and records of their rituals, meditations, and insights at the Red and White Wells, the Tower of St. Michael, Stonehenge, Gog & Magog, the Uffington Horse, and other sacred sites. The Waters and Fires of Avalon features the work of renowned Witchcraft author and Temple founder Christopher Penczak, and all profits go to support the work of the Temple, a 501(c)3 religion nonprofit.

Catalina by Sea

2006
 |  History
Catalina by Sea

Author: Jeannine L. Pedersen

Publisher: Arcadia Publishing

ISBN: 0738531162

Category: History

Page: 127

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A fancy flight of lyrics specifies that Santa Catalina Island is "26 miles across the sea." But mapmakers put the distance at 19.7 miles from the closest island point, Doctor's Cove (near Arrow Point), to the closest mainland locale, Point Fermin at San Pedro. Today boats and helicopters operating out of the Ports of Los Angeles, Long Beach, Newport Beach, and Dana Point transport musing songwriters and everyone else to Catalina for the song's much-promised "romance, romance, romance, romance," as well as fishing, sightseeing, and gainful employment. But the history of getting to and from the island's ports of Avalon and Two Harbors has been an epic across centuries of business and pleasure, involving a collective flotilla of side-wheelers, yachts, lumber schooners, steamships, water taxis, converted military vessels, crew boats, and today's fast and convenient jet boats.

The Undesirables

2014-04-11
 |  Fiction
The Undesirables

Author: AJMK & Abreonna King

Publisher: Xlibris Corporation

ISBN: 9781493117765

Category: Fiction

Page: 156

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Their family was torn apart. Their home invaded, lives ruined, and hope crushed. When a group of people split their family apart, Clover and Avalon will find a whole new meaning to disaster. As they fight for their freedom, they will discover that no one can be trusted completely. Clover never thought she'd find herself holding weapons or struggling to survive another day. Avalon wouldn't have pictured herself looking over her shoulder or cowering at every shadow... There are things...things in the dark. The monster in your closet is real, but you'll never see it coming. Monsters exist and they're more malicious than you ever imagined.

Metamorphosis

2015-03-20
 |  Fiction
Metamorphosis

Author: Robin Freeman

Publisher: Xlibris Corporation

ISBN: 9781503503779

Category: Fiction

Page: 380

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It is the 14th century when dark spells, magic and sorcery were common and rife across the land. King Avalon is on a quest to find the immortal Sorcerer who long ago put a curse on his ancestors that has been passed down to the first-born son for generation after generation. The curse now affects Avalon, and whenever he sees the last flash of light from the setting sun the metamorphosis takes affect turning him into a black jaguar. He can only change back into human form the next morning if he sees the first flash of dawn's light. Three beautiful women join Avalon on his quest, and they are totally committed to helping him rid himself of the dark spell he is afflicted with. A ninety-foot schooner named 'Ghost Runner' comes into their possession and they set off across the ocean following the next clue to the Sorcerers whereabouts. With the two of them working together as a team, and with some considerable effort, the tangled storm sail eventually came free and began to flog and flap wildly in the gale-force winds. “Quick,” shouted Avalon, “we haven’t a moment to lose. If we can get the sail sheeted in, it will help drive the ship forward over the anchor. If you take the helm, I’ll signal from the bow which way for you to steer.” By following the two ropes attached to the clew on the end of the small flogging sail, they found the ends amongst a confusion of ropes. Between them they hauled in the sheet rope until the stiff canvas filled with wind, and once the rope was secured firmly the ship slowly started moving forward across the wind. Genevieve turned and hurried down the heaving deck handhold by handhold until she reached the large wooden steering wheel. She gripped two of the ornate spoked grips tightly and waited for Avalon to direct her from the bow. Avalon studied the familiar anchor-windlass, and when he was sure he remembered which lever to release and how to winch in the chain and anchor, he pointed ahead to show Genevieve which way to steer toward the anchor. The ship had sailed forward and the chain was now slack. He started winding in the chain with the capstan and was glad it was geared with many well-greased cogs to take the strain, as it would have been a hopeless task by himself. The wind was by now gusting up to fifty-knots and Ghost Runner surged up and over the waves as she slowly nosed up to the deeply embedded anchor. By the time the anchor broke free of the seabed, Avalon was a lather of sweat and exhausted. Trying to catch his breath, he was about to shout to Genevieve that the anchor was free, but realised she wouldn't hear him above the roar of the gale force winds and storm tossed seas, so once again he used arm signals for her to change course. Avalon continued straining on the capstan, but this time he had a heavy anchor dangling on the end of the heavy ship’s chain, and with the ship picking up speed it was an impossible strain for him. He again signalled for Genevieve to round up more into the wind to slow the ship, and he then changed to a different gear on the capstan. He now found there was much less strain as he hauled in the dead weight. By sheer effort and stubborn determination he finally winched the anchor clear of the water and with the last of his remaining strength snugged the anchor into its opening in the bow beside the bowsprit and lashed it with the stout rope provided to prevent it working free. He quickly signalled to Genevieve to fall off the wind and steer a course parallel to the coast. As he rested and regained his strength and breath, he saw that the storm was now upon them with a vengeance and there were flashes of lightning stabbing the sky all around. Luckily the rain hadn't started yet but he knew it wasn't far off. ‘It will be a close run race my boy,’ he thought. ‘But with luck and God on our side we just might be able to make the safety of the cove.’ Suddenly remembering Sarina was still on the beach, he looked towards shore and saw her standing at the water’s edge looking out at them. He signalled what their intentions were with his one free arm as he hung on to the bulwark with the other, and saw her wave in acknowledgment. He watched for a few moments longer until he saw her turn and run back towards the track that led to the top of the cliff. ‘Good girl,’ he thought. By now Ghost Runner was riding up and over the enormous waves that had the top three feet breaking, but she took them in her stride. Avalon carefully made his way aft to Genevieve who was gripping the large wheel pale faced, but smiling excitedly. The rain, which had been holding off until now began to lash at them horizontally, stinging his exposed skin and blinding him so that he had to avert his eyes. As Avalon entered the cockpit he shouted above the roar of the gale, "Fall off the wind five degrees my love" As the ship came onto her new course he eased the sheet rope attached to the straining storm sail until it was set just right for the angle of the gale-force gusting winds. Leaning closer to Genevieve he shouted, “Do you want me to steer for you?” She shook her head and shouted with a glitter in her eyes, “No way my love. I’m enjoying myself too much. It’s the first time I’ve ever steered a ship. This is so exciting.” With the gale-force wind now aft of their beam they were sailing along with the huge breaking swells, and when one particularly nasty rogue wave rose up behind them threatening to break over them, Ghost Runner lifted her stern and shot forward down the face of the curling monster just before the wave broke with a roar of foaming white water. They were very impressed with Ghost Runner’s performance, for she handled the atrocious conditions like the thoroughbred she was and seemed in her true element. The steering was also light and responsive to Genevieve's course changes. All too soon the entrance to the cove came into view through the lashing rain, and they almost lost heart at the site of the narrow opening frothing and broiling with crashing waves. Avalon climbed up into the rigging a short way, and hanging on grimly as the ship pitched and rolled he had a better vantage point to see the pass. Keeping a wary eye on the waves rising up behind them, he tried to judge exactly when to direct Genevieve to alter course to port and line the bow of their valiant ship on the narrow opening between the tall black cliffs. With Genevieve obeying his every hand signal explicitly, they held their breath's as they made their turn. If the ship broached now all would be lost, but Ghost Runner held her course and ran true and sweet towards the extremely narrow opening. With a gut swooping rush they were off, surfing down a fifteen-foot wave front, and with white water boiling all about them they entered the narrow passage at break neck speed, deafened by the roar of the breaking wave upon the outer cliff face on either side of the passage. The narrow pass then seemed to close in around them and the top of the cliffs appeared to meet high overhead, but these impressions were only fleeting as they concentrated on keeping to the centre of the narrow, fifty-foot wide channel. The roar of the waves and the gale were suddenly muted and with just the sound of rushing, foaming water all around them, it was unnerving in the half-light as they waited for the crash and crunch of the enormous keel grinding into the sharp, ungiving, submerged rocks beneath them. Suddenly they were clear of the cliffs and sailed into the enclosed, calm bay. As the wave lost its impetus, they also lost the wind which had driven them through the pass. With Avalon still in the rigging, he directed Genevieve to steer toward the sandy beach no more than a thousand yards off to their starboard. Ghost Runner slowly lost way, and quickly climbing down from the rigging Avalon ran forward to the anchor winch calling out to Genevieve as he went, “Hold steady on your course.” Untying the rope securing the anchor in pl