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ramblin_phyl shares her love of the Arthurian legends, her longing for strong, capable heroines, and how she spun it all -- chaff into gold -- into the Merlin's Descendents series, the first volume of which are available in ebook format from Book View Cafe.
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ramblin_phyl shares her love of the Arthurian legends, her longing for strong, capable heroines, and how she spun it all -- chaff into gold -- into the Merlin's Descendents series, the first volume of which are available in ebook format from Book View Cafe. When I read 
Malory’s Le Morte D’Arthur for the first time in junior high school, I knew I’d found the heroes lacking in my life. I think that’s one of the reasons Arthuriana has lasted so long.
Malory’s Le Morte D’Arthur for the first time in junior high school, I knew I’d found the heroes lacking in my life. I think that’s one of the reasons Arthuriana has lasted so long. Everyone has times when they need a hero. This first reading of stories about King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table was long enough ago that heroic figures were still supposed to be men, and I hadn’t seen enough of the world to realize that heroism can be a feminine characteristic as well. More about that later.
At that time in my life, I knew I was smarter than the football stars in school that my c
lassmate worshiped and lusted after. To me that made these heroes less than ideal. I knew that my teachers were ordinary people doing their job and going home to their families, like everyone else. I knew that my father had a bunch of military medals, but he kept those in the safe and didn’t talk about them. He was away from home serving his country so much in my early years that I had trouble identifying him with heroes. Later I knew better.
lassmate worshiped and lusted after. To me that made these heroes less than ideal. I knew that my teachers were ordinary people doing their job and going home to their families, like everyone else. I knew that my father had a bunch of military medals, but he kept those in the safe and didn’t talk about them. He was away from home serving his country so much in my early years that I had trouble identifying him with heroes. Later I knew better. I was hungry for someone to look up to, someone who could solve the world’s problems and still have time to nurture the love of his life. I still appreciated the great Romance in heroic stories.
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