Half Sick of Shadows
(Sprache: Englisch)
The Lady of Shalott reclaims her story in this bold feminist reimagining of the Arthurian myth from the New York Times bestselling author of Ash Princess.
Everyone knows the legend. Of Arthur, destined to be a king. Of the beautiful Guinevere, who will...
Everyone knows the legend. Of Arthur, destined to be a king. Of the beautiful Guinevere, who will...
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The Lady of Shalott reclaims her story in this bold feminist reimagining of the Arthurian myth from the New York Times bestselling author of Ash Princess.Everyone knows the legend. Of Arthur, destined to be a king. Of the beautiful Guinevere, who will betray him with his most loyal knight, Lancelot. Of the bitter sorceress, Morgana, who will turn against them all. But Elaine alone carries the burden of knowing what is to come-for Elaine of Shalott is cursed to see the future.
On the mystical isle of Avalon, Elaine runs free and learns of the ancient prophecies surrounding her and her friends-countless possibilities, almost all of them tragic.
When their future comes to claim them, Elaine, Guinevere, Lancelot, and Morgana accompany Arthur to take his throne in stifling Camelot, where magic is outlawed, the rules of society chain them, and enemies are everywhere. Yet the most dangerous threats may come from within their own circle.
As visions are fulfilled and an inevitable fate closes in, Elaine must decide how far she will go to change fate-and what she is willing to sacrifice along the way.
Story Locale: Arthurian England
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1I will die drowning; it has always been known. This was my first vision, long before I knew it for what it was, and I've had it so many times now that I know each instant by heart. Where most visions are ephemeral things, shifting and changing in different lights and at different angles, this one is always so solid that it leaves its bruises on my mind and soul long after it ends.
The water will be cold against my skin. It will rush around me like a storm, tearing my hair in different directions until it clouds my vision. I won't be able to see a thing. I will want to kick up to the surface, to breathe the air I know is only a few meters away, but I will stay frozen and sink lower and lower in my whirlpool until my feet finally touch soft sand. My eyes will be closed, and everything around me will be darkness.
My lungs will burn, burn, burn until I fear they are going to burst. The surface will be so close, I could reach it if I just kick up . . . but I won't. I won't want to.
In a week or a year or a decade, I will die drowning. When I do, it will be a choice.
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There is peace at the loom, in the steady rhythm of my fingers dancing over the silk strands like a musician with a lyre, peace in the threads weaving in and out, in the future revealing itself to me stitch by stitch, possibility by possibility. Such small movements, repeated again and again and again, each one small and meaningless on its own-but when the tapestry begins to take shape and tell its story, the infinitesimal becomes infinite.
As a child in Shalott, I learned how to change the color of the threads to render an image, frozen forever in time, but now I use only white. The magic-imbued strands glisten like opal in the afternoon sunlight that filters into
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my workroom through the oversized window.
Outside, the staggering cliff my cottage sits on juts out over rolling, pearl-tipped waves. They crash against Avalon's shore, the sound loud enough to reach me even in my cottage, but I don't mind it. The steady sound soothes my mind, turning it soft and malleable and blank, receptive to the magic that buzzes its way through me from my fingertips to my toes.
I keep my eyes on the threads, watching them weave together tight and solid, the waves pounding in my ears and chasing all thoughts away so that nothing exists at all outside of me in this moment-not Avalon or my friends, not the past or the futures fracturing before me like cracks in glass. Only me, only now.
The expanse of whiteness begins to shift, like shadows dancing across it, rippling over its shining surface. The threads vibrate softly beneath my fingers, emitting a glow all their own. I feel the change throughout my body as well, something unnamable tugging at my skin and sparking in my mind, threatening to pull me into it, into whatever the Sight wants me to see.
Though I've had hundreds if not thousands of visions over the last ten years, I don't think I will ever grow used to this feeling: how for just a moment, my body and my mind cease to be my own.
A rattling knock yanks me out of it, my fingers stilling against the white silk strands. I settle into myself once more, and the world around me suddenly feels too sharp, too bright, too real.
I look up, letting my eyes focus and adjust, and find him standing on the other side of my window, his knuckles still resting against the glass and a mischievous smile playing on his full lips. In the light of the Avalon sun, he is pure gold.
"Come on, Shalott," he says, his voice muffled through the glass. He jerks his head backward toward the beach, windblown black hair glinting in the sunlight. Behind him, I can just make out the other
Outside, the staggering cliff my cottage sits on juts out over rolling, pearl-tipped waves. They crash against Avalon's shore, the sound loud enough to reach me even in my cottage, but I don't mind it. The steady sound soothes my mind, turning it soft and malleable and blank, receptive to the magic that buzzes its way through me from my fingertips to my toes.
I keep my eyes on the threads, watching them weave together tight and solid, the waves pounding in my ears and chasing all thoughts away so that nothing exists at all outside of me in this moment-not Avalon or my friends, not the past or the futures fracturing before me like cracks in glass. Only me, only now.
The expanse of whiteness begins to shift, like shadows dancing across it, rippling over its shining surface. The threads vibrate softly beneath my fingers, emitting a glow all their own. I feel the change throughout my body as well, something unnamable tugging at my skin and sparking in my mind, threatening to pull me into it, into whatever the Sight wants me to see.
Though I've had hundreds if not thousands of visions over the last ten years, I don't think I will ever grow used to this feeling: how for just a moment, my body and my mind cease to be my own.
A rattling knock yanks me out of it, my fingers stilling against the white silk strands. I settle into myself once more, and the world around me suddenly feels too sharp, too bright, too real.
I look up, letting my eyes focus and adjust, and find him standing on the other side of my window, his knuckles still resting against the glass and a mischievous smile playing on his full lips. In the light of the Avalon sun, he is pure gold.
"Come on, Shalott," he says, his voice muffled through the glass. He jerks his head backward toward the beach, windblown black hair glinting in the sunlight. Behind him, I can just make out the other
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Autoren-Porträt von Laura Sebastian
Laura Sebastian grew up in South Florida and attended Savannah College of Art and Design. She now lives and writes in London. Laura is the author of the New York Times bestselling Ash Princess series: Ash Princess, Lady Smoke and Ember Queen.
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autor: Laura Sebastian
- 2021, Internationale Ausgabe, 448 Seiten, Maße: 15,3 x 22,8 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: ACE
- ISBN-10: 0593437020
- ISBN-13: 9780593437025
- Erscheinungsdatum: 25.06.2021
Sprache:
Englisch
Pressezitat
"Laura Sebastian is the next Madeline Miller. In Half Sick of Shadows, she frames the famous legend of King Arthur through the eyes of seer Elaine, the tragic Lily Maid who flowers into much more than a passive doomed oracle. Leading the women of Camelot into taking control of a legend long dominated by knights and kings, Elaine weaves past truths and possible futures into a fierce, fresh, lyrical tale that will enthrall until the last page."--Kate Quinn, New York Times bestselling author of The Huntress "Magical, haunting, unique--Sebastian is a splendid new figure on the adult scene! This is something special, readable, and real, magic and all. I haven't been so excited about an Arthur book since I read The Once and Future King (I was 11)."--Tamora Pierce, #1 New York Times bestselling author
Half Sick of Shadows is a powerful, brilliant retelling of the Lady of Shalott. This is a book I wish I had written. --Anne Bishop, New York Times bestselling author of The Queen s Weapons
"This bold reimagining of the Arthurian story, told from the viewpoint of seer Elaine, gives the women of the legend a new depth and agency. Half Sick of Shadows is rich in magic and full of surprises."--Juliet Marillier, national bestselling author of The Harp of Kings
"This captivating and moving tale centered around powerful Morgana, impulsive Guinevere, and troubled Elaine explores how friendship both binds and breaks under pressure, especially once these three women start to question why they must sacrifice themselves to fulfill Arthur s destiny."--Booklist (starred review)
"Sebastian's adult debut is filled with historical leanings with a feminist twist. Themes of friendship, fate, and morally gray decisions made for greater good are at the forefront of this Arthurian retelling."--Library Journal (starred review)
"A thoughtful, crisp take that brings just the right amount of newness to the timeless legends readers know and love. --Kirkus
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