The Seven Towers
Patricia C. Wrede
Language: English
Pages: 0
ISBN: 0441759769
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
They are seven players in a game of deadly magic? Eltiron, Prince of Sevarin; Crystalorn, Princess of Barinash; Ranlyn, the desert rider; Jermain, the outlaw; Vandaris, the soldier; Carachel, the Wizard-King; and Amberglas, the sorceress. Each of them has a secret, and each fights his or her part in the thrilling battle that has put seven kingdoms on the very edge of destruction. Filled with wit, swordplay, humor, and intrigue, this early novel is one of Patricia C. Wrede?s best.
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Positive. So many things can happen, particularly when one isn’t expecting them.” “Oh, wonderful.” Crystalorn turned to Jermain. “Will you come, too? I still want to hear about Sevairn.” For a moment, Jermain was tempted; then he shook his head. “I fear I cannot accept your invitation, Your Highness. I am not welcome in Sevairn, and I have no wish to cause trouble between you and Prince Eltiron.” Crystalorn looked puzzled, but Balandare nodded. “Then you are Lord Jermain Trevannon, King.
Jermain sat up and shook the last wisps of uneasy dreams from his mind. “My lord Carachel?” “Here.” Carachel’s voice came from behind him. Jermain turned and saw the wizard walking out of the shadows, carrying an armload of wood. “I’m sorry if I alarmed you, but the fire was getting low and I thought it best to get a little more fuel before it died completely.” “So I see. Why didn’t you wake me?” “There was no need. I am accustomed to little sleep, and we shall travel farther today if you are.
The Barinash ambassador who brought Crystalorn. You can’t have missed him; his speech went on forever.” Eltiron felt his face grow warm. “I’m afraid I didn’t notice.” “I see,” Vandaris said dryly. “Well, the two of them looked like a pair of cats watching the same mouse hole—cooperating, but not too pleased about it, if you see what I mean. It makes me wonder.” She sighed. “I wish Trevannon were here; I could use some of his sources.” “I thought you already were.” “What?” Vandaris sat up.
Matholych is stirring—” “What good will it do?” Jermain demanded. “If sorcery alone can prevail against the Matholych, why should we weary the army with a forced march? If speed is your only concern, it would be better for you to ride ahead with a few men, since you are the only sorcerer among us.” Carachel was silent for a few moments. “Perhaps I have been overly concerned; as yet, I know very little for a certainty. But if the Matholych is stirring, the Hoven-Thalar may also be moving earlier.
Isn’t at all surprising, what with water dripping down the back of one’s neck every time one goes outside. But then, there are a great many places I haven’t been to, so I tend to mix them up occasionally.” Crystalorn didn’t seem to be listening. “Maybe I should meet him first,” she said thoughtfully. “I wonder what Sevairn is like?” Jermain fought down an impulse to answer. Crystalorn had not been addressing him, and he had no right to involve this lovely child in the intrigue that surrounded.