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Schon als Kind war Morgan wild. So wild wie das Meer, das gegen die Klippen donnert, auf denen ihr Zuhause ruht: Tintagel Castle. Dort wähnte sich Morgan seit jeher in Sicherheit. Doch dann wurde ihr Vater in den Krieg berufen, und kehrte nie wieder. Stattdessen kam Großkönig Pendragon nach Tintagel - und mit ihm Merlin, der Zauberer.

Even as a girl Morgan has always been wild, like the seas which batter the cliffs beneath her home, Tintagel Castle. But she has always been safe, too. Then one day her father is called away to a war from which he does not return. In his place comes the High King, Uther Pendragon, with the sorcerer Merlin lurking in his wake. Uther claims Morgan’s mother, the Lady Igraine as his queen.

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