Enormous Arthurian fantasy told from the perspective of the women - particularly the women associated with Avalon, who are (or will be) the Lady of the Lake. While I really do enjoy the feminine perspective, enough to find this a basically likeable read, it's safe to say I'm put off by the sheer size of the thing. Near 900 pages, it's hard for me not to think of this book without the word "flabby" coming to mind. It goes on and on and on, an endless litany of disaster (does anyone in this bloody story have a plan that actually works out? You'd think they'd learn early on that everything they touch turns to shit) and lots of it just feels repetitive.

I read this because I'm working my way through the Mythopoeic fantasy awards, but honestly, once is enough. I'm not sure I can wade my way through all this again.