The Seeress of Kell (The Malloreon, Book 5)
David Eddings
Language: English
Pages: 384
ISBN: 0345377591
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
THE FINAL RECKONING
Time was running out for Garion and his companions in their quest to recover Garion's infant son and heir. If they could not locate the Place Which Is No More, then Zandramas, the Child of Dark, would use Garion's son in a rite that would raise the Dark Prophecy to eternal dominion over the universe!
Only the Seeress of Kell could reveal the site of that mysterious place--and that she could do only once Garion and Polgara had fulfilled an ancient prophecy in the mountain fastness of the Seers . . .
Kell itself was closed to Zandramas--but her dark magic could force the knowledge she needed from one of Garion's party. She laid her traps and dispatched her foul minions, determined to claim the world for the Dark God. But Garion would let nothing stand between him and his son . . .
Here is the epochal conclusion to David Eddings' bestselling The Malloreon, the culmination of an unparalleled quest across strange lands and among strange peoples--a magnificent fantasy of men, Kings, Sorcerers, and Gods caught up in the seven-thousand-year war between two ancient, opposing Destinies battling to determine the fate of all creation.
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‘Wherefore hast thou then aided the Child of Dark, and wherefore didst thy foe Nahaz aid the Disciple of Torak? Didst not thy Master know that each of them sought to raise a God? A God which would even more securely bind him?’ ‘What they sought was of no moment,’ Mordja snarled. ‘Nahaz and I contended with each other, in truth, but our contention was not on behalf of mad Urvon or sluttish Zandramas. In the instant that either of them gained Sardion would the King of Hell reach forth with my.
To you.’ Then the corridor opened out into a submerged grotto. The walls were rough, irregular, for this was not a construction but a natural cavern. Water oozed down a far wall to trickle endlessly with silvery note into a dark pool. The grotto had a faintly reptilian smell overlaid by the odor of long dead meat, and the floor was littered with gnawed white bones. By some ironic twist, the lair of the Dragon God had become the lair of the dragon herself. No better guard had been necessary to.
Of hovels, doesn’t it?’ ‘Tol Honeth as well – and even Melcene,’ Garion agreed. ‘I didn’t think the Dals even knew how to build a proper house,’ the Mallorean said, ‘and now they show me something like this.’ Toth had been gesturing to Durnik. ‘He says that it’s the oldest city in the world,’ the smith supplied. ‘It was built this way long before the world was cracked. It hasn’t changed in almost ten thousand years.’ Zakath sighed. ‘They’ve probably forgotten how to do it then. I was going.
Or later. By the time this tournament is over, the lists will be ankle-deep in splinters. On the day I stopped that war, though, my lance would not break, and I sort of surrounded it with pure force. It was very effective. Nobody, not even the best knights in all of Mimbre, stayed on his horse that day.’ ‘I thought you said you conjured up a thunderstorm.’ ‘That was a little later. The two armies were facing each other across an open field. Not even Mimbrates would charge across a field where.
How bizarre, have a familiarity to them, since they are formed and shaped by our own minds. Now it seemed as if Garion’s dreams were being formed by a different and unfriendly awareness almost in the same way that Torak had intruded Himself in dreams and in thoughts before the meeting at Cthol Mishrak. Again he faced Asharak the Murgo in the loamy Wood of the Dryads, and once again he unleashed his will with that single, open-handed slap and the fatal word, ‘burn!’ This was a familiar nightmare.