Eternal Myths: The Camelot Immortals, #0.5

By A. F. Stewart

An immortal witch. A chaotic past. Can she defend the world from old adversaries, or will she be catapulted into magical mayhem?

 

The legends of Camelot got it wrong. Not the questing or the wizardry, but they forgot the side effect of magic. Eternity. Nimue, Merlin's ex-everything, is just trying to get by in this modern world. Too bad the past won't stay where it belongs. Buried.

 

For the first time, read both of the Camelot Immortals short stories Legendary Debts and Grail Days in one book, as the prequel to the series.

Legendary Debts: Merlin's back and up to his old tricks. But Nimue is in his way and after revenge. It's a witch vs. wizard showdown for the fate of a new Camelot.

Grail Days: The Grail has vanished and Nimue is pulled into a magical free-for-all to reclaim the powerful relic. Will she find it in time?

 

Magic is forever… and invariably brings trouble.

And no matter what she does, trouble always finds Nimue.

 

If you like strong snarky heroines, magic, and crazy adventure, then you'll love these tales of Nimue and her friends.

 

Buy Eternal Myths today.

 

Warning: this book contains offensive language.

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: A. F. Stewart
• Release date: Jun 2, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393140863

A. F. Stewart

A steadfast and proud sci-fi and fantasy geek, A. F. Stewart was born and raised in Nova Scotia, Canada and still calls it home. The youngest in a family of seven children, she always had an overly creative mind and an active imagination. She favours the dark and deadly when writing—her genres of choice being dark fantasy and horror—but she has been known to venture into the light on occasion. As an indie author she’s published novellas and story collections, with a few side trips into poetry and non-fiction.

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Eternal Myths

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Stories of the Camelot Immortals

A. F. Stewart

Eternal Myths

A. F. Stewart

Copyright © 2020 by A. F. Stewart.

All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission of the author.

This is a work of fiction. All characters and events portrayed in this book are a product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

May violators of copyright and sundry book pirates languish in pain crying aloud for mercy and let there be no surcease to their agony till they sing in dissolution.

Editing by C. Mitchell Editing

Original editing by Xchyler Publishing

Legendary Debts originally published in Inside Realms

Grail Days originally published in Legends and Lore

Cover design by A. F. Stewart

Original artwork licensed by Adobe Stock Photos

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The Camelot Immortals Books

Eternal Myths

Past Legends

Gathering Hallows

Broken Branch

Wayward Prophecy

For more on the series, check out the book page.

The Camelot Immortals

And many thanks to Nikki McDonagh,

who helped critique the crap out of the rewrites and make the stories stronger.

Contents

Legendary Debts

Grail Days

Legendary Debts

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I USED TO BE MORTAL.

Before Camelot. Before I became Nimue, legendary witch.

Back then, I had dreams of a life beyond my father’s inn, filled with adventure and romance. I guess humans haven’t changed that much since the fifth century. We’re always looking for more. But they were only dreams until he walked into the inn.

Merlin. The great wizard of Camelot.

He strode through the door, his hair tousled, with at least two days' worth of grime on his clothes from travelling. I stared across the room and saw him bathed in a radiant glow cast from the midday sun. Tall and rugged, a handsome man in his prime with an impish twinkle in his eye. He looked at me with a smile on his lips and my heart skipped a beat.

You always fall hardest for your first love.

And I fell in love. Merlin stayed at the inn for a few weeks, and in that time my imaginings transformed into reality. I thought of little else, and treasured all the attention he paid me. When he spoke my name my insides turned to molten honey. It didn’t take much to believe all his promises.

My father didn’t approve, but I didn’t care. I mean, what’s a girl to think when your dream is served up on a platter? When a handsome man says, I’ll give you everything you desire and more, and offers you a new life?

When he held out his hand and said, Come with me to Camelot and learn magic. I followed him, oh so willingly.

Except he bloody well lied.

Merlin left out the cost of my dream, the cost of magic. That immortality was part of the deal.

I still remember the fear of death, that finality that waits at the end of our path. I miss it sometimes. But like all things in my existence now, I left death behind many years ago, to live a countless number of lifetimes.

I had no idea of consequences when I stepped inside the ritual circle to become a witch, when I let Merlin perform the rites that bound my life to the energies of magic.

Merlin kept his mouth shut about those details. I guess telling people, by the way, you can’t die anymore and will live an infinite life of boredom, trouble, and loss, slipped his mind. Eternity wears on you, and it all adds up over the centuries.

So I got my broken dream and here I am, a witch on the not-so-glorious path to living forever. All thanks to that bastard wizard.

THESE DAYS, I’VE SETTLED down in England in Cumbria’s Lake District, running an off and on holiday let, plus an online crafts business. Except for the confounding technology, not much different from other lives I’ve led. I’ve always been somewhat of an entrepreneur.

After the Normans invaded, I ran my own inn for a while, and in the 17th century I helped run a butcher shop; I even did a stint as a cook in 19th century London. Once an innkeeper's daughter, always an innkeeper's daughter, I guess. Maybe I just fell back into