Axis Mundi

With great pleasure and pride I present my book, which I am particularly fond of. Written in 2020, during the dark months of the hard lockdown, it kept me afloat and helped me escape into a fantasy world populated by knights in shining armor, beautiful and passionate ladies, kings wielding prodigious swords of power.
Forty years after “The Mists of Avalon” by Marion Zimmer Bradley and, above all, after the wonderful film “Excalibur” by John Boorman, I wrote the book I always had in mind: “Axis mundi”, making a backwards operation, of recovery of the origins. I went back, to the fairy tale, to a much less historical and much more mythical Arthur.
This novel concludes my ideal “Trilogy of the goddess”, which began with “The Lady of the Filters” and continued with “The man with a smile”. Three strong female figures, who embody a telluric and matriarchal religiosity: after Medea of ​​Colchis and Mary Magdalene here is now Morgana of Cornwall.
Born, as I said, in a dark period for all of us, “Axis Mundi” comes out in an equally terrible historical moment. With the hope that it helps you spend a few peaceful hours.

On a stormy night Igraine of Cornwall conceives a child with her lover, King Uther Pendragon. Spying on them, Morgaine, daughter of Igraine’s husband, Duke Gorlois who, that very night, dies in mysterious circumstances. Immediately after her husband’s funeral, Igraine marries Uther.
Morgaine grows up under the aegis of Myrdiin (Merlin), the druid born in the shadow of the stone circle, who prepares her brother Arthur for his fate. The boy will have to extract the sword Excalibur from the stone, become the Axis mundi, the very embodiment of royalty, the Great King, who will be one with the land, unite it and protect it from the invasions of the Saxons.
Around Morgaine and Arthur the knights of the round table and their ladies, battles, rivalries, the search for the Grail, love declined in all incarnations: the passionate love between Uther and Igraine, the conjugal love between Arthur and Gwenhwyfar (Geneva), the courteous, angelic and irrepressible one between Gwenhwyfar and Lance (Lancelot), the fatal and predestined one between Tristan and Yseult (Isolde). But, above all, the forbidden love, telluric and ancestral, between Morgaine and her brother, between the priestess of the goddess and the great stag king, who is also, however, a Christian king.
Through abysmal feelings of guilt, betrayal and lust, the events of a choral story unfold, made of threads that intertwine, while the banners flutter in the wind on the buttresses of the glorious Camelot, a beacon of civilization for all of Britain.

King Arthur

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