Pawn of Prophecy (Belgariad)
David Eddings
Language: English
Pages: 262
ISBN: 0345335511
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
"Eddings' BELGARIAD is exactly the kind of fantasy I like. It has magic, adventure, humor, mystery, and a certain delightful human insight."
Piers Anthony
Long ago, the Storyteller claimed, in this first book of THE BELGARIAD, the evil god Torak drove men and Gods to war. But Belgarath the Sorcerer led men to reclaim the Orb that protected men of the West. So long as it lay at Riva, the prophecy went, men would be safe.
But Garion did not believe in such stories. Brought up on a quiet farm by his Aunt Pol, how could he know that the Apostate planned to wake dread Torak, or that he would be led on a quest of unparalleled magic and danger by those he loved--but did not know...?
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He was reluctant to leave her. But Cherek prevailed. They stole away one night to join Cherek’s sons, Dras Bull-neck, Algar Fleet-foot, and Riva Iron-grip. Cruel winter gripped the northland, and the moors glittered beneath the stars with frost and steel-gray ice. To seek out their way, Belgarath cast an enchantment and took the shape of a great wolf. On silent feet, he slunk through the snow-floored forests where the trees cracked and shattered in the sundering cold. Grim frost silvered the.
“All what, Garion?” he asked, his plain face sober. “Everything,” Garion said rather vaguely. “This journey, Barak and Silk, Mister Wolf and Aunt Pol—all of it. They all talk sometimes when they don’t think I can hear them. This all seems terribly important, but I can’t tell if we’re running away from someone or looking for something.” “It’s confusing to me as well, Garion,” Durnik admitted. “Many things aren’t what they seem—not what they seem at all.” “Does Aunt Pol seem different to you?”.
Words might go further than we’d want them to, we might be wise to listen to him.” “Thank you, uncle,” Silk said, bowing. “Could you penetrate this palace, Prince Kheldar?” King Anheg challenged. “I already have, your Majesty,” Silk said modestly, “a dozen times or more.” Anheg looked at Rhodar with one raised eyebrow. Rhodar coughed slightly. “It was some time ago, Anheg. Nothing serious. I was just curious about something, that’s all.” “All you had to do was ask,” Anheg said in a slightly.
Think very carefully before he tries it. It’s that hesitation that gives us the little bit of time we have.” Then Silk spoke. “Didn’t you say that he might want the thing for himself? Maybe he plans to leave his Master in undisturbed slumber and use the power he’s stolen to raise himself as king in the lands of the Angaraks.” King Rhodar of Drasnia chuckled. “Somehow I don’t see the Grolim Priesthood so easily relinquishing their power in the lands of Angarak and bowing down to an outsider. The.
Loaves and cakes had a way of disappearing when he was around, and his quick knife, always ready, could neatly divest the most carefully prepared goose of a pair of drumsticks and a generous slab of breast meat with three swift slices when her back was turned. She called him “Old Wolf,” and his appearance at the gate of Faldor’s farm marked the resumption of a contest which had obviously been going on for years. He flattered her outrageously even as he stole from her. Offered cookies or dark.