"A very real, passionate retelling of Morgan le Fay's story, with detail about political and magical lives, and the women who are such a vital part of the tale." —Tamora Pierce, #1 New York Times bestselling author “Sophie Keetch’s prose is as mesmerizing as the ocean’s tides, illuminating Morgan’s life with a deft and attentive hand.” —Rebecca Ross, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Divine Rivals and Ruthless Vows From the author of Morgan Is My Name comes the second installment in the Morgan le Fay trilogy, a feminist retelling of the story of the formidable and misunderstood villainess of Arthurian legend, Morgan le Fay. Having escaped an unhappy marriage, Morgan finds herself in Camelot—the city of dreams and peace. Her brother, King Arthur, treats her as a valued advisor and Morgan finally has recognition befitting her intelligence within his trusted circle, despite a longstanding conflict with Queen Guinevere. But Morgan’s life is not without complications. Between a vengeful husband determined to snatch their son away, the strict ideals of court life and a jealous rival for Arthur’s attentions in the sorcerer Merlin, gaining true power and freedom is a greater challenge than Morgan envisioned. And when a face from her past arrives at Camelot, bringing old memories and new desires, the future that she has planned becomes fraught with danger. Morgan must break the shackles of expectation to seek true happiness. But at the risk of destroying everything she’s worked so hard to gain, what is she willing to sacrifice for control over her life? “Keetch’s prose is rich and lyrical throughout, as is her commitment to always presenting Morgan as full-throatedly, unapologetically herself. After centuries of tales that treat her as little more than window dressing to the story of the men around her, it’s a refreshing and necessary change.” —Paste Magazine PRAISE FOR MORGAN IS MY NAME “With equal attention to politics and witchcraft, Keetch’s exploration of Morgan’s growth shows how the perspective of men has warped the character over the years. Fans of Arthurian legends retold will not want to miss this.” — Publishers Weekly “A breath of fresh air . . . The sort of reinvention that every woman in Arthurian lore deserves.” —Paste Magazine “A very real, passionate retelling of Morgan le Fay’s story, with detail about political and magical lives, and the women who are such a vital part of the tale.” —Tamora Pierce, #1 New York Times bestselling author “This is the powerfully feminist, intricately woven, and realistically enchanting Arthurian tale you’ve been waiting for. Morgan is her name, and I love her.” —Kiersten White, #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Camelot Rising trilogy “Compelling and poignant, Sophie Keetch’s prose is as mesmerizing as the ocean’s tides, illuminating Morgan’s life with a deft and attentive hand. Built on the bones of exquisite longing and unsung power, Morgan Is My Name portrays a woman forging her own path and reclaiming her story. A stunning delight.” —Rebecca Ross, #1 New York Times bestselling author of Divine Rivals and Ruthless Vows Sophie Keetch has a BA in English Literature from Cardiff University, which included the study of Arthurian legend. Her debut trilogy is a feminist retelling of the story of sorceress Morgan le Fay. The first book, Morgan Is My Name , was a #1 Audible bestseller and one of Paste Magazine’s Best Books of 2023. The audiobook, narrated by Oscar-nominated actress Vanessa Kirby, was a Times Audiobook of the Week. Sophie is Welsh and lives with her husband and son in South Wales. Unlike Tintagel and her insistent, roaring sea, there was little to wake a person in Camelot. The castle stood proud and encircled in glittering pale gold, rings of high battlements protecting all within from the slightest disturbance.      Silence reigned throughout the chambers, gardens and air, songbirds chased away by falconers on the orders of a Queen who preferred to rest undisturbed. Even the earliest bells rang softer through the cathedral’s spires, confined to church cloisters and servants’ halls, sounding at a distance for most castle sleepers. Beyond the walls, rolling hills dense with woodland cocooned the city in a warm embrace beneath a canopy of sky that rarely strayed from peace.      But in the distance, if I listened carefully enough, my ear would catch it, amid the flowering meadows and in the forest’s swaying boughs; among the tall reeds beside the rivers, shimmering across the surface of the water: a chorus of wild birdsong, crystalline, defiant and free.   1 For a while I had risen with the dawn.      Despite Camelot’s cultivated peace, my sleep had never been easy, but in the weeks since May Day I had been driven from my bed ever earlier as the pleasant warmth of early summer built dramatically into heat, gaining day upon day until the air hung thick and breezeless within castle wa