Arthur Pendragon hasn’t drawn Excalibur in eleven years. He’s fifty-six, tired, and finished pretending the sword still belongs to him. So he loads it on a donkey and rides alone into the mountains of Snowdonia to return it to the water.
He doesn’t expect anyone to be waiting for him there.
It’s a quiet story about a king at the end of his legend — and what he finds out about his life when he gets there. Set in the world of The Halls of the Shadow King, for readers who like their Arthurian fiction grounded and a little unexpected.
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