Yet, there was once a king worthy of that name. That king was Arthur. It is paramount disgrace of this evil generation… — Stephen R. Lawhead Copy Share Image
We in our present generation stand on the cusp of a new and glorious dawn when mastery of these energies lies fully… — Stephen R. Lawhead Copy Share Image
“Your faith is admirable, Pelleas. But I know nothing of sorcery. As it is, I have not been able to discover how the spell… — Stephen R. Lawhead Copy Share Image
“Great Light, the Enemy's power is so fragile! The devils can use only what we ourselves will give them. Do you see? Give them… — Stephen R. Lawhead Copy Share Image
Arthur’s fingers tighten on the silver-braided hilt: see how naturally it fits his hand! He pulls. The Sword of Britain slides from its stone… — Stephen R. Lawhead Copy Share Image
Words are worth little when the heart refuses to hear. Therefore, judge us by our works. — Stephen R. Lawhead Copy Share Image
We are closest to Christ when sharing the world’s misery. Think you Jesus came to remove our pains? Wherever did you get that notion?… — Stephen R. Lawhead Copy Share Image
“I took him by the arm to steady him. He opened his eyes slowly, the bright golden gleam now darkened with pain and sorrow.… — Stephen R. Lawhead Copy Share Image
How is a man fortunate to live in the darkness, brother?" "Why do you wonder?" asked Blaise. "For only he who has lived in… — Stephen R. Lawhead Copy Share Image
“And the Wise Emrys said that Arthur would yet come again to lead his own.” — Stephen R. Lawhead Copy Share Image
“I raised my spear to heaven. 'For God and Britain!' I cried, and my cry was answered in kind. And then I was racing… — Stephen R. Lawhead Copy Share Image
“We are not required to defeat evil, but only to stand against it. That is enough - the outcome remains with God.” — Stephen R. Lawhead Copy Share Image
“Myrddin', I said gently, 'what is she to you?' His head whipped round and he glared at me. His mouth was a grimace of… — Stephen R. Lawhead Copy Share Image
“Oh, but once my memories had pulsed with the blood-heat of life. In desperation, I forced myself to recall that once, I had walked… — Stephen R. Lawhead Copy Share Image
