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One Of The Earliest Lessons I Learned Was Not To Read My Reviews. Weigh Them.

And So, Perhaps, The Truth Winds Somewhere Between The Road To Glastonbury, Isle Of The Priests, And The Road To Avalon, Lost Forever In The Mists Of The Summer Sea.

If You Would Have The Message Of The Gods To Direct Your Life, Look For That Which Repeats ... It Comes Again And Again Until You Have Made It Part Of Your Soul And Your Enduring Spirit.

I Have Neither Talent Or Taste For Kingship, Cousin. I Am A Warrior, And To Dwell Always In One Place And Live At Court Would Weary Me To Death!

The Goddess Has A Fourth Face, Which Is Secret, And You Should Pray To Her, As I Do — As I Do, Igraine — That Morgause Will Never Wear That Face.