The Camelot Betrayal
A Camelot Rising Novel
(Sprache: Englisch)
The second book in a new fantasy trilogy from New York Times bestselling author Kiersten White, exploring the nature of self, the inevitable cost of progress, and, of course, magic and romance and betrayal so epic Queen Guinevere remains the most famous...
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The second book in a new fantasy trilogy from New York Times bestselling author Kiersten White, exploring the nature of self, the inevitable cost of progress, and, of course, magic and romance and betrayal so epic Queen Guinevere remains the most famous queen who never lived.EVERYTHING IS AS IT SHOULD BE IN CAMELOT: King Arthur is expanding his kingdom's influence with Queen Guinevere at his side. Yet every night, dreams of darkness and unknowable power plague her.
Guinevere might have accepted her role, but she still cannot find a place for herself in all of it. The closer she gets to the people around her--Brangien, pining for her lost love Isolde; Lancelot, fighting to prove her worth as Queen's knight; and Arthur, everything to everyone and thus never quite enough for Guinevere--the more she realizes how empty she is. She has no sense of who she truly was before she was Guinevere. The more she tries to claim herself as queen, the more she wonders if Mordred was right: she doesn't belong. She never will.
When a rescue goes awry and results in the death of something precious, a devastated Guinevere returns to Camelot to find the greatest threat yet has arrived. Not in the form of the Dark Queen or an invading army, but in the form of the real Guinevere's younger sister. Is her deception at an end? And who is she really deceiving--Camelot, or herself?
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Chapter One Guinevere s room was dark, night more a cloak than the bed curtains she never drew. The dream clung like smoke, so real that she expected to find the surrounding stone newly carved and running with water.
She put a trembling hand to the wall behind her, fingers curled by dread that she would find the carvings there, fresh and recognizable. But they were only hints of memories beneath her fingers. The castle was as it had been since she arrived: ancient and worn with the passage of unknowable time.
Yet she could not escape the feel of that fall, air rushing around her, knowing what would meet her at the bottom. She climbed out of bed and pulled on her robe. Brangien shifted softly in the corner, lost in her own dreams with her beloved Isolde. Listening to her, Guinevere realized a horrible truth.
She should not be able to dream at all.
She had used knot magic to give all her dreams to Brangien for weeks now. Ever since her captivity at the hands of Maleagant, ever since Merlin had pushed her out of the dreamspace that connected them, ever since she was tricked by Mordred into giving the fairy Dark Queen physical form once more, ever since she chose to return to Camelot instead of escaping--no, not escaping, running away--with Mordred, she had had no desire to dream. Which meant that whatever dream she just had . . . it was not her own.
As she hurried through the night-black secret passage against the mountain that connected her room to Arthur s, she folded her arms around herself, unwilling to touch the stone again. Distrustful of it. She was awake enough now to check that every knot she was connected to was still in place. The knot on the door to the secret tunnel entrance into Camelot that only she, Arthur, and Mordred knew about. The knot on her own door, her own windows, every way that the fairy queen--or her grandson, Mordred--might access
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Guinevere.
Nothing. Everything was as she had left it, all protections in place. Which terrified her even more.
She opened the door to Arthur s room and drew aside the tapestry. She half expected him to be sitting at his table, writing letters or reading them, his candle merely a pool of wax and a flickering wick. That was how she found him most nights. But his room was dark.
Arthur? she whispered, moving toward his bed. There was a rustle of blankets, and then quick movements and the telltale hiss of a sword being unsheathed--along with the swirling sickness and overwhelming dread that hit her whenever she was near Excalibur.
Put it away! she gasped.
Guinevere?
She could not hear over the pounding in her ears, but she could feel as soon as Excalibur was once again in its sheath. She tripped against the bed and turned to sit on it. The shaking was coming, violent trembling that no amount of heat could warm away.
Sorry. Arthur pulled her next to him. He tucked the blankets over them both, holding her close as though he could stop her shaking by his strength alone. I was not awake. It is always my first response these days, ever since . . .
He did not finish. Neither of them needed him to. They had both watched the Dark Queen emerge, a creeping nightmare made real with the flesh of a thousand beetles, twisting roots, and Guinevere s own blood. She did not question why Arthur s reaction to being startled awake would be to seize their one true defense against that abomination.
What did you need? He brushed her hair from the pillow so that he could lie as close to her as possible.
I had a dream, she whispered to the darkness. It felt further away, less important now that he was holding her.
A bad dream?
I should not hav
Nothing. Everything was as she had left it, all protections in place. Which terrified her even more.
She opened the door to Arthur s room and drew aside the tapestry. She half expected him to be sitting at his table, writing letters or reading them, his candle merely a pool of wax and a flickering wick. That was how she found him most nights. But his room was dark.
Arthur? she whispered, moving toward his bed. There was a rustle of blankets, and then quick movements and the telltale hiss of a sword being unsheathed--along with the swirling sickness and overwhelming dread that hit her whenever she was near Excalibur.
Put it away! she gasped.
Guinevere?
She could not hear over the pounding in her ears, but she could feel as soon as Excalibur was once again in its sheath. She tripped against the bed and turned to sit on it. The shaking was coming, violent trembling that no amount of heat could warm away.
Sorry. Arthur pulled her next to him. He tucked the blankets over them both, holding her close as though he could stop her shaking by his strength alone. I was not awake. It is always my first response these days, ever since . . .
He did not finish. Neither of them needed him to. They had both watched the Dark Queen emerge, a creeping nightmare made real with the flesh of a thousand beetles, twisting roots, and Guinevere s own blood. She did not question why Arthur s reaction to being startled awake would be to seize their one true defense against that abomination.
What did you need? He brushed her hair from the pillow so that he could lie as close to her as possible.
I had a dream, she whispered to the darkness. It felt further away, less important now that he was holding her.
A bad dream?
I should not hav
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Autoren-Porträt von Kiersten White
KIERSTEN WHITE is the New York Times bestselling author of And I Darken, Now I Rise, the Paranormalcy trilogy, the dark thrillers Mind Games and Perfect Lies, The Chaos of Stars, Illusions of Fate, and In the Shadows with Jim Di Bartolo. Her books have won several awards, including the Utah Book Award, the Evergreen Young Adult Book Award, and the Whitney Award, and have been named an ALA-YALSA Teen Top Ten Best Book, a Florida Teens Read Selection, and a Texas Lone Star Reading List Selection, among other accolades. She lives with her family near the ocean in San Diego, which, in spite of its perfection, spurs her to dream of faraway places and even further away times.kierstenwhite.com
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Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Kiersten White
- Altersempfehlung: Ab 12 Jahre
- 2020, Internationale Ausgabe, 384 Seiten, Maße: 15,4 x 22,5 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Delacorte Press
- ISBN-10: 0593305485
- ISBN-13: 9780593305485
- Erscheinungsdatum: 16.11.2020
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
Praise for THE CAMELOT BETRAYAL:The Camelot Betrayal is a phenomenal read This story continues to have this powerful subtlety to it that is addicting and evocative, with the added bonus of romance and betrayal. --The Nerd Daily
If you re familiar with the Arthurian legends, you ll be delighted in the ways White has taken hold of the classic characters and twisted them into her own versions. --SYFY Wire
Another dazzling fantasy tale by White, filled with exhilarating adventures, intrigue, and strong female characters; a powerful addition to any teen literary collection."--School Library Journal
[A] refreshingly feminist new spin on the world of Arthurian legend"--Culturess
Praise for THE GUINEVERE DECEPTION:
A YALSA Amazing Audiobook for Young Adults
"An enjoyable and even thoughtful entry into a mythos that has obsessed us for generations." NPR
Spellbinding, Unique and refreshing Hypable
A fresh take on Camelot . . . this should be another hit. Booklist
Readers will be dying to fill in the gaps of Guinevere s memory and to continue the atmospheric adventure in this Arthurian retelling. Bulletin
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