Evil lurks. Camelot sits, vulnerable. The fate of a future king hangs in the balance.
After surviving a string of brutal trials, sixteen-year-old Morgan le Fay is an official member of Camelot. But beneath its shining façade, Camelot is a crumbling government where loyalties are divided.
Nobody believes Morgan’s suspicions that enemies are closing in. Prince Arthur, a boy more interested in playing video games than ruling, will not listen to her, and neither will Lancelot, Camelot’s head of security. Even Morgan’s friend Merlin refuses to take action.
When Morgan discovers that someone is plotting to assassinate the future king, she must take her destiny—and his—into her own hands. With the sword Excalibur beckoning in the distance, Morgan embarks on a seemingly impossible mission. And before her journey ends, everyone will know what she is truly capable of . . .
I love all things King Arthur and Camelot, so imagine my surprise when Henge (which I read last year), has a sequel already! And obviously, I had to have the book in my hands immediately and so I did. And now that I’ve finished the book, I find myself in a bit of a soup.
You see, this book has it all—action, drama, magic, even a romance. But what it lacked most, in my opinion, was a strong plot line. The book is a little over 300 pages, and I flew through the book like nobody’s business. It’s also true that I was expecting a lot more from Sword, but then I remembered a very crucial piece of the mystery that was my disappointment—The Middle Book Syndrome. It’s happened to me, a lot, and I can hardly remember a series wherein the books get better as the series proceeds. Nothing lives up to the brilliance that is the first book in the series and Sword, unfortunately, was pretty much the same. Once I remembered that—and accepted it—I was able to move past the chagrin, and try to focus on the things I did love about the book.’
Of course, more disappointment. I didn’t particularly love anything or anyone in the book. Morgan Le Fay, after the humiliation of having her adversary Merlin being declared as the King’s Maven, returns to her father and is absolutely devastated. She spent her entire training in Henge believing that she was more than good enough to be Maven, and proving it. However, she is not allowed to brood for very long, having signed a contract to be in service of Camelot, and she returns to the Palace on the day of the Maven’s initiation, and uncovers a plot that may lead to Prince Arthur’s assassination. So, she kidnaps the future King and decides to do the Maven’s duty herself—taking the surly Prince to Avalon, and having him touch the Excalibur.
In all honesty, Morgan was my greatest disappointment in the book. She was vastly different from the strong, ambitious, absolutely lethal girl that I had the honour to read in Henge. In Sword, she was basically a shadow of herself, unwilling to move beyond her embarrassment of not being named Maven. She made major decisions on a whim, without stopping to think of the circumstances, and that is something I didn’t expect from her. In the second part of the book, she becomes a victim, and that was even more painful to witness. She wouldn’t fight for life, she wouldn’t fight to live for her friends, but the most disturbing part was that she refused to tell the truth. She thought herself patriotic, and she justified everything she did with that excuse, but it just kind of backfired on her, and honestly, I’m not surprised. The girl had it coming.
Merlin was a bit of a wanker, in this book. He was thoroughly de-balled, it looked like, with no opinion of his own, and nothing that would convince me to accept him as the right hand of the King. Granted, he was pulled in all directions all the time, thanks to his feelings for Morgan on one hand, and his duty to the King on the other. I don’t remember being impressed by Merlin in Henge, and though there was too little of him in this book, there was honestly too little of everyone. Lancelot, however, surprised me by being the only character I was truly interested in. He had conflicted feelings about, well, everything, but he brought much needed equilibrium in the book. Where Morgan was quick to make decisions and hot-tempered, and Merlin was too cool for school, Lancelot was the voice reason. Thank God. Also, I have a ship, and it is not canon, and it sailed. A bit. YAY
I’m going to go into the next book of the series, partly because I’m interested to see what happens of Arthur and Morgan, on the front that Arthur has a case of the Stockholm Syndrome and Morgan is…she’s in deep shit. Also, my ship may sail, you guys. !!! The writing was much the same—I have no complains there—but I would have definitely like to see more everything. Less drama from Merlin, less misguided patriotism from Morgan, and more everything from Lancelot!