Guinevere by Sarah Provost

Guinevere by Sarah Provost

You may think you know my story. My name has been bandied in ballads and jests, for good and (mostly) for ill. High Queen, priestess, adulterer. but first and always a woman. Courage and honor shaped me; ecstasy transported me; grief, betrayal and terror tempered me.

My loyalty to the Goddess was supreme. But as the new religion took hold, the pagan way was threatened with extinction. There were those on both sides who would use me as a pawn in that battle, even if it meant taking my life.

Yes, I bear my portion of blame. I loved Arthur, and I loved Lancelot, will I or no. But that was only one element in the impending chaos. Britain was divided, my love was divided, and such divisions cannot endure. I did everything in my power - and learned new powers - to prevent an all-out war. But would it be enough?