The Return Of Merlin

The author of the million-copy best-seller Ageless Body, Timeless Mind emerges as a powerful new force in fiction with a luminously written novel about the final act of the Arthurian legend playing out in modern England. The Return of Merlin is a brilliantly realized narrative that begins in Arthurian times and jumps boldly to our own 20th-century dark age of war, pollution, predation, and hatred--with a message of hope.

Merlin was heartbroken after the death of King Arthur Pendragon. This is because he felt he had failed in his quest to protect the King. He stayed in the wooden cottage for months, away from everyone, as self-punishment until Kilgharrah (the old dragon) visited him. The dragon told him about new events at Camelot. According to legend, King Arthur's spirit could not enter the spirit world because Diamair had to pay a debt owed to King Arthur. Diamair uses magical power to return Arthur as a baby. Dochraid got angry as a result of Arthur's reborn. She brought Morgana Pendragon back to life in human form like she did to Sir Lancelot. Morgana Pendragon wages endless battles after discovering that King Arthur was reborn into the Pendragon family as the baby King. Could Merlin remain the undefeated force preventing Morgana Pendragon from achieving her desires this time? Even though Morgana Pendragon failed the last time, she cannot die again this time. This is because she remains the only sorceress that has resurrected from the dead in human form. Find out what happened in many series that eventually took place.

The figure of Merlin has seen a revival in recent years, especially in the form of cultural icons such as Obi wan Kenobi, Gandalf and Dumbledore.This fascinating new book looks at the two main Merlin traditions: the cosmic Merlin of the stars, part of the Arthurian legends; and the earthly Merlin of nature, grounded in human history. Gordon Strachan, author of Jesus the Master Builder, takes us on a compelling journey through Merlin's stories.He discovers a remarkable pattern: Merlin figures, and events relating to Merlin, reappear throughout British history in roughly 700-year cycles. He considers where else in history we can see this pattern emerging, and challenges readers to find their own links to history based on their birth dates.

Dramatic fantasy novel in which characters from legendary Camelot come to life in an English Industrial town. The author's other publications include 'Restful Sleep' and 'The Seven Laws of Success, and the bestselling 'Ageless Body, Timeless Mind'.

'Time is running out and darkness is spreading across the land. Ophelia is still at large, and she will stop at nothing until she has brought the human race to its knees, with her ruling over it. Her thirst for power and vengeance has stripped away what little humanity she used to have... sadly, I know I am the cause of it. Not only are we faced against her but against so much more. They're all returning. They're awakening and remembering who they are... If I do not stop them who will? If they remember... if they find...' I rest my head in my hands and let out a shaky breath before looking back at Clara sleeping next to the spot I should be rested in. Tapping my pen on my journal I look back down at the words written. The writing rushed and panicked. Matching my own feelings, 'I cannot let them take her again. I have to stop them this time. At any cost.' I scribbled down. My vision darkened over with flashbacks of one of the nights I lost her. Those seven cloaked men, only thing showing through was their rings with the Freemason symbol on them. Her red hair hid her face as she landed in the snow with her blood bleeding out and running into the markings on the ground from where they sacrificed her. 'Her name was Sophia then. A name and life that they deleted from history and it was all my fault. I couldn't get to her. I couldn't save her. Her or my child she was pregnant with.' Hearing shifting behind me I closed my journal and look back to see Clara slowly waking up. "Good morning my dear." "Merlin." She said to me with beautiful sleepy blue eyes and a sweet sleepy smile that rested on her pink supple lips. The autumn sun shone through the curtains in our room at the B&B brightly making her golden locks shine. The white sheets left little to the imagination that clung to her bare skin.

'Time is running out and darkness is spreading across the land. Ophelia is still at large, and she will stop at nothing until she has brought the human race to its knees, with her ruling over it. Her thirst for power and vengeance has stripped away what little humanity she used to have... sadly, I know I am the cause of it. Not only are we faced against her but against so much more. They're all returning. They're awakening and remembering who they are... If I do not stop them who will? If they remember... if they find...' I rest my head in my hands and let out a shaky breath before looking back at Clara sleeping next to the spot I should be rested in. Tapping my pen on my journal I look back down at the words written. The writing rushed and panicked. Matching my own feelings, 'I cannot let them take her again. I have to stop them this time. At any cost.' I scribbled down. My vision darkened over with flashbacks of one of the nights I lost her. Those seven cloaked men, only thing showing through was their rings with the Freemason symbol on them. Her red hair hid her face as she landed in the snow with her blood bleeding out and running into the markings on the ground from where they sacrificed her. 'Her name was Sophia then. A name and life that they deleted from history and it was all my fault. I couldn't get to her. I couldn't save her. Her or my child she was pregnant with.' Hearing shifting behind me I closed my journal and look back to see Clara slowly waking up. "Good morning my dear." "Merlin." She said to me with beautiful sleepy blue eyes and a sweet sleepy smile that rested on her pink supple lips. The autumn sun shone through the curtains in our room at the B&B brightly making her golden locks shine. The white sheets left little to the imagination that clung to her bare skin.