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“People with weaknesses get killed by the people who lack them. Notice I'm not dead.”
― Sherrilyn Kenyon

“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.”
― Marion Zimmer Bradley, The Mists of Avalon

“Avalon will always be there for all men to find if they can seek the way thither, throughout all the ages past the ages. If they cannot find the way to Avalon, it is a sign, perhaps, that they are not ready." - Kevin”
― Marion Zimmer Bradley, The Mists of Avalon

“Carry on the Flame to a new dawn I am with you.
~the Goddess of the Stars and the Sea”
― Jodine Turner, The Keys to Remember

“But even the longest day wears to sunset.”
― Marion Zimmer Bradley

“Fighting in the name of freedom has too high a price," Merlin sighed as he leaned into his mother's arms.”
― Dee Marie, Sons of Avalon: Merlin's Prophecy

“I wonder if I can get pizza in Avalon.”
― Stacey O'Neale, Storm Born

“Beyond the River of the Blessed, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Avalon. Our swords were shattered in our hands and we hung our shields on the oak tree. The silver towers were fallen, into a sea of blood. How many miles to Avalon? None, I say, and all. The silver towers are fallen.
…waters,where the stars shone like bonfires at night and the green of day was always the green of spring. Youth, love, beauty-I knew them in Avalon. Proud steeds, bright metal, soft lips, dark ale. Honorâ€�”
― Roger Zelazny, The Chronicles of Amber

“They have not forgotten the Mysteries,â€� she said, “they have found them too difficult. They want a God who will care for them, who will not demand that they struggle for enlightenment, but who will accept them just as they are, with all their sins, and take away their sins with repentance. It is not so, it will never be so, but perhaps it is the only way the unenlightened can bear to think of their Gods.â€� Lancelet smiled bitterly. “Perhaps a religion which demands that every man must work through lifetime after lifetime for his own salvation is too much for mankind. They want not to wait for God’s justice, but to see it now. And that is the lure which this new breed of priests has promised them.”
― Marion Zimmer Bradley, The Mists of Avalon

“Merlin Speaks:
Ô mighty trees of Avalon
release sap and seeds
into hearts and minds

So Arthur’s dream
can reveal echoes
of futures past

So Camelot’s glory
is forever ingrained
in the rich forests
and mountains� mysterious valleys
where a once and future King
lowered his sword
and lay in the arms
of his sweet Lady of Forests and Lakes”
― Ramon Ravenswood, Icons Speak

“Before the gods, nothing matters save what you may create for yourself.”
― Marion Zimmer Bradley, Lady of Avalon

“Jess Pepper's review of the Avalon Strings:

'In a land so very civilized and modern as ours, it is unpopular to suggest that the mystical isle of Avalon ever truly existed. But I believe I have found proof of it right here in Manhattan.

To understand my reasoning, you must recall first that enchanting tale of a mist-enshrouded isle where medieval women--descended from the gods--spawned heroic men. Most notable among these was the young King Arthur. In their most secret confessions, these mystic heroes acknowledged Avalon, and particularly the music of its maidens, as the source of their power.

Many a school boy has wept reading of Young King Arthur standing silent on the shore as the magical isle disappears from view, shrouded in mist.

The boy longs as Arthur did to leap the bank and pilot his canoe to the distant, singing atoll. To rejoin nymphs who guard in the depths of their water caves the meaning of life. To feel again the power that burns within.

But knowledge fades and memory dims, and schoolboys grow up. As the legend goes, the way became unknown to mortal man. Only woman could navigate the treacherous blanket of white that dipped and swirled at the surface of the water.

And with its fading went also the music of the fabled isle.

Harps and strings that heralded the dawn and incited robed maidens to dance evaporated into the mists of time, and silence ruled.

But I tell you, Kind Reader, that the music of Avalon lives. The spirit that enchanted knights in chain mail long eons ago is reborn in our fair city, in our own small band of fair maids who tap that legendary spirit to make music as the Avalon Strings.

Theirs is no common gift. Theirs is no ordinary sound. It is driven by a fire from within, borne on fingers bloodied by repetition. Minds tormented by a thirst for perfection.

And most startling of all is the voice that rises above, the stunning virtuoso whose example leads her small company to higher planes.
Could any other collection of musicians achieve the heights of this illustrious few? I think not.

I believe, Friends of the City, that when we witnes their performance, as we may almost nightly at the Warwick Hotel, we witness history's gift to this moment in time. And for a few brief moments in the presence of these maids, we witness the fiery spirit that endured and escaped the obliterating mists of Avalon.”
― Bailey Bristol, The Devil's Dime

“But a voice said within her, Now it is too late.
They found her at high noon, just as the sun came out after the storm, floating among the reeds of the Lake. Her long hair was spread out on the surface like water reeds, and Morgaine, stunned with grief, could not find it in her heart to regret that Kevin had not gone alone into the shadowed land beyond death.”
― Marion Zimmer Bradley, The Mists of Avalon

“Just thought you should know,â€� she said, winking. “Can I tell them to piss off?â€�
“Oh sure,� Jeth said, not nearly as amused by the situation as she was. “Just be polite about it.�
Lizzie grinned and said into the comm, “This is the Montrose. The captain says piss off. Politely.”
― Mindee Arnett, Avalon

“Morgause looked up at the old man, her eyes wide in awe.
- Are you so old, Venerable One?
The Merlin smiled down at the girl and said, - Not in my own body. But I have read much in the great hall which is not in this world, there the Record of All Things is written. And also, I was living then. Those who are the Lords of this world permitted me to come back, but in another body of flesh. -”
― Marion Zimmer Bradley, The Mists of Avalon

“Quite simply, when she came near him, she knew that she had discovered some lost part of herself; with him she was whole. Whatever might happen between them as ordinary man and woman, something lay beyond it which would never die or lessen in its intensity. They shared a destiny, and somehow they must fulfill it together... and often when she had come so far in her thoughts she would stop and stare at herself in disbelief.”
― Marion Zimmer Bradley, The Mists of Avalon

“It does not matter what you are to do, she said, just as softly. What you are is something different. That is what you have to learn.”
― Marion Zimmer Bradley

“Micail nodded, looking down at her. “You seem so fragile, but sometimes I think you are the strongest of us all . . .â€�
“I am strong because we are together,� Tiriki murmured as he left her.
<...>
Were we disembodied spirits, she thought warmly, still I would know him.
<...>
The bond between them went beyond the senses of the flesh.”
― Marion Zimmer Bradley, Marion Zimmer Bradley's Ancestors of Avalon

“In French, we call such a love l’amour fou—a passion so intenseâ€� it can drive you mad.”
― Jennifer Ivy Walker, The Wild Rose and the Sea Raven

“It's true, after all. Saemangeum City is a gift few people understand”
― Michele Amitrani, Omnilogos

“You do not know me if you think I’d hide. I’m in the light. I am free. Where is my beautiful woman? She runs from her heart. Yet you run through my veins. Your fire burns inside me. I run with you.”
― Imogen Maud, Green Envy

“But now farewell. I am going a long way
With these thou seëst—if indeed I go
(For all my mind is clouded with a doubt)�
To the island-valley of Avilion;
Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow,
Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies
Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard lawns
And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea,
Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.”
― Lord Tennyson, Idylls of the King