Arthur Pendragon's ascension to High King of Britain lays a doting world at his feet, but when the death of his sister, Morgaine, sends him into a downward spiral of destruction, his sons, Mordred and Amr, emerge from the shadows to assume control of his mind, and eventually, his throne.
Camelot Lost delves deeper into the legend of Camelot than ever before, pitting father against son, husband against wife, and brother against sister. The raw qualities of love, war, and the passionate deceptions that inspire them are thoroughly explored through the relationships of the chosen, and for the first time ever, the story of Arthur's lesser-known son, Amr Pendragon, is finally revealed.
Spellbinding in its sensuality and vehemence, Camelot Lost passionately explores a timeless tale and introduces a vivid array of characters and conflicts that are sure to captivate readers and challenge all preconceived notions of the Arthurian Legend.
“I would never betray Britain, and you know that. This is needless paranoia, my Lord.”
“If it’s so needless, then why is there so much speculation about your sojourns? If you’re simply hunting or simply strolling, why all of the conjecture raging through the Kingdom?” Uther replied.
“If you would like me to return to the forest for a quick hunt, order me to do so and I will obey. What I will not do is stand here a minute longer and be subject to wild and unwarranted accusations,” Arthur hissed.
Initially, Uther smiled, but it quickly disappeared when he suddenly lunged forward and slammed Arthur up against the wall.
“You are hiding something from me, my son, and you have been for quite a while. I will know your secret; tell me or I will run you through,” Uther growled as he unsheathed his blade and laid it across Arthur’s neck.
“You would kill your own heir?” Arthur grunted.
“Better that than to be betrayed by him,” Uther replied and pressed the blade harder against his son’s throat.
He felt a few drops of blood spill from the wound forming on his neck and sighed,
“May the Gods forgive us both for this day, Father.”
“I have not betrayed you, but I have kept secrets from you. For ten years, I’ve taken to the woods everyday, and everyday I’ve returned wiser and more enlightened. I saw glimpses of Avalon therein, all thanks to a sorcerer of the Holy Island.”
“Merlyn,” Uther growled. “He came to you?”
“He told me not to tell you, but you must believe that I wanted to.”
“What else did he tell you?”
“That when he came to you, he lied,” Arthur replied. “You’re not the savior, my Lord. I am.”
Uther’s hand began to shake and he dropped his sword. He clamped his hands over his face and from the sounds of heavy breathing and muffled moans, it sounded like the venerable King was crying. Arthur put his hand on his father’s shoulder and squeezed tenderly, but when Uther removed his hands from his face, Arthur saw no compassion within and immediately shrank back.
“You are the savior? You? This world, then, is surely doomed,” Uther snarled and roared for the guards.
When they clamored into the room, Uther ripped Caliburn out of Arthur’s scabbard and said sternly,
“Take my son to the tower. We shall see if he can save the world from up there.”