by Realm Lovejoy Genre: YA Fantasy Release Date: December 2016 Summary from Goodreads: A hero has fallen, and darkness threatens a splintered Camelot. In the midst of turmoil, the last hope for the kingdom is Morgan le Fay. Morgan is both feared and revered . . . and currently in prison for treason. In the wake of King Utherâs tragic death, the wicked Mordred is closing in on young King Arthur, and the boy king turns to Morgan for help. Freed from her imprisonment through his order, Morgan searches for a way to protect him. But she is still an outcast, and no one believes her suspicions about Mordred. To save King Arthur, Morgan must reach the greatest Royal Relic in the worldâthe Grailâbefore Mordred does. Itâs a journey that will challenge her in ways sheâs never been challenged before. Traveling deep into a land of darkness, she will need to overcome the ghosts of her past to find her true power. Can Morgan defeat Mordred and save King Arthur? And this time, can she defend Camelot without destroying herself? In this third book in the Le Fay series, author Realm Lovejoy reveals secrets from the past as Morganâs epic journey unfolds. ___ Praise for Le Fay Series, book 1: "Camelot meets Hogwarts meets Panem in this intriguing, well-written beginning to a planned YA series."--Kirkus Reviews
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Excerpt:
Footsteps sound across the marble. I swallow and get back to mopping, watching the marble and wood patterns beneath become shiny with the cleanser. Itâs a small relief to be surrounded by beauty after being locked in my closet room. I study the depth of the wood grains, the slices of gold and sparkling black marbles.
The steps stop in front of me. A clearing of the throat.
I grab the handle of the bucket, preparing my leave. âI will be out of your way,â I say briskly.
âMorgan?â the voice says.
I halt, meeting eyes with Lancelot.
He looks a bit older too. The grays in his eyes more somber like the ancient temple rocks I saw in Avalon, stained with mist and forgotten by man. Thereâs a welt over his left brow that wasnât there earlier.
The space between us seems defined as the light rays slice past me, toward him. We stand there with dust glinting in front of us for what seems like minutes.
âSir Lancelot,â I say, straightening. âIâm in your way. Excuse me.â
âMorgan,â he repeats.
I tighten my grasp on the handle, worried as to where this is going. I push away the memories of him.
âIâm sorry,â he says, not taking his eyes off mine. âI didnât know what to do. I saw you in the cafeteria serving the food and I⦠well, I froze up with shock. I heard about the parole thing. I didnât know youâd be⦠doing work like this.â He shakes his head. âWhat am I saying? Iâm glad youâre alive.â
âThank you,â I reply stiffly.
âI wanted to see how youâre doing.â
Having someone want to âseeâ me seems worse than being invisible.
âThis is how Iâm doing,â I say, motioning to the mop and my workâthe shiny floor.
The glossiness ends at the halfway point between us, like a dividing line. He moves his foot, the boot coming a smidgen closer.
âThis is⦠not acceptable,â he says.
I tense even more, afraid to know what he means.
âThis,â he says again, pointing to the mop, the bands, and my terrible jumpsuit. âYou are so much more than this. The Cabinet is crazy to have someone so gifted waste away.â
âLancelot,â I blurt out, terrified by his care and where it has led to before. âDonât pity me. Just move on. Forget about everythingâabout me. Thatâs what everyone else is doing.â
âNobody will ever forget about you. Right now everyone is desperate to feel safe and normal. I admit even Iâm desperate and tempted to jump into denial. And you. Iâve never seen you like this, not even in prison.â
I snort. âJumpsuits werenât my thing, exactly.â
He points at my face. âI mean, your eyes. You have dead eyes. Itâs not like you to meekly mop and serve food quietly while keeping your head down. What happened to your inner fire?â
I open my palm to observe my burn wounds with a bitter smile. âIâm a little burnt out, I guess.â
âAt least you still have your morbid sense of humor,â Lancelot comments.
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Realm Lovejoy is an American writer and an artist. She grew up in both Washington State and the Japanese Alps of Nagano, Japan. Currently she lives in Seattle and works as an artist in the video game industry. CLAN is her first book. You can find out more about her and her books at realmlovejoy.com Author Links: ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]()
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4 Comments
Sara Zielinski
12/16/2016 02:20:29 pm
Thanks for telling me about this book.
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Lisa Brown
12/31/2016 04:09:13 am
Sounds great, love the cover, thanks for the chance :)
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Daryl
1/1/2017 12:41:41 pm
sounds like a good read
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Jerry Marquardt
1/1/2017 07:54:44 pm
I would like to thank you for your involvement in the Grail Book Blitz and Giveaway. Thank you for giving us all the chance.
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