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When the actions of Morgana of Avalon cast a shadow over the wizarding world and threaten to destroy a fragile peace, Merlin is tasked with the onerous task of undoing her sister's damage and forging a new truce with the non-magical realms. Her sacrifice means putting herself at the mercy of the Great King, Arthur Pendragon. However, it is also the beginning of a union that not even the great prophecies could foresee.
Arthur knew that Gaius, better than anyone else, understood the ramifications of what he was about to do. What it would mean to Camelot to see the Royal Prince run off with his servant.
De todas as pessoas no mundo, tinha que ser ele. O que começou como um romance de verão dourado e perfeito sob o sol da Toscana esconde, na verdade, uma teia milenar de segredos, rituais e manipulações. Charlotte Aurelius Vancroft e Mordred Vane Le Fay pertencem a linhagens inimigas que há séculos disputam o poder bruto de Avalon. Ela carrega nas veias o lendário ouro alquímico de Merlim; ele é o herdeiro das sombras mais profundas e perturbadas de Morgana Le Fay. Dois opostos condenados a se amar em meio a uma guerra de sangue. Uma história magnética sobre o peso do sangue que carregamos, as escolhas impossíveis que o destino nos impõe e um amor proibido, tão disfuncional quanto indestrutível, capaz de queimar o próprio inferno para proteger o que é seu.
In a land where there is no more myth, no more magic, a lord with a long white beard tries through his memories to return to the world where magic was the key to a new Camelot. And his name is Merlin
What would you do if everything you know didn't make sense anymore? I'm Becca and I now live in Camelot and this is the third time I've tried to fit in somewhere. But I think Camelot will do me good. Except for 3 details: I am a priestess of Avalon, in Camelot the use of magic is forbidden and King Arthur and I are in love. Of course, neither him nor Gwain and Lance, who are our friends, know who I really am. What could go wrong??
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