Polgara the sorceress

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A thin, bearded Cherek, his eyes aflame with the burning light of religion, declared fervently: "I'm not going to take orders from a mere woman!"
"In point of fact," I said, "I'm not a mere anything."
"I am an armed Cherek!" he almost screamed. "I fear nothing!"

I made a small gesture, and his gleaming mail-shirt and his half-drawn sword rather quickly
stopped gleaming and became dull red instead. Then they began to crumble, showering down onto the floor in a cascade of powdery rust.

"Don't you find that/sort of disarming?" I suggested. "Now that you're no longer an armed Cherek, aren't you just the teensiest bit afraid?" Then I grew tired of all their foolishness. "Enough!" I thundered. "Get out of Sendaria, Alreg. Call your people home "
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She soars above a world of warriors, kings, and priests. The daughter of Belgarath and the shape-shifter Poledra, she has fought wars, plotted palace coups, and worked her powerful magic for three thousand years. Now, Polgara... Tovább

Fülszöveg

A thin, bearded Cherek, his eyes aflame with the burning light of religion, declared fervently: "I'm not going to take orders from a mere woman!"
"In point of fact," I said, "I'm not a mere anything."
"I am an armed Cherek!" he almost screamed. "I fear nothing!"

I made a small gesture, and his gleaming mail-shirt and his half-drawn sword rather quickly
stopped gleaming and became dull red instead. Then they began to crumble, showering down onto the floor in a cascade of powdery rust.

"Don't you find that/sort of disarming?" I suggested. "Now that you're no longer an armed Cherek, aren't you just the teensiest bit afraid?" Then I grew tired of all their foolishness. "Enough!" I thundered. "Get out of Sendaria, Alreg. Call your people home "
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She soars above a world of warriors, kings, and priests. The daughter of Belgarath and the shape-shifter Poledra, she has fought wars, plotted palace coups, and worked her powerful magic for three thousand years. Now, Polgara looks back at her magnificent life in this fitting crown jewel to the saga that is the Eddings' Belgariad and Malloreon cycles.
Her hair streaked white by her father's first touch, her mind guided by a mother she will not see again for centuries, Polgara begins life in her Uncle Beldin's tower, and in the prehistorical, magical Tree that stands in the middle of the Vale. There, she first learns the reaches of her powers. There, she assumes the bird shapes that will serve her on her adventures. And there she starts on the path toward her destiny as Duchess of Erat, shepherdess of the cause of good, adversary ofTorak the One-Eyed Dragon God, and guardian of the world's last, best hope: the heir to the Rivan throne.
Here is the legendary life story of a woman of wit, passion, and complex emotions, a woman born of two majestic parents who could not have been more unlike each other. Ordained to make peace and make war, to gain love and lose love, Polgara lives out her family's rich prophecy in the ceaseless struggle between the Light and the Dark.
Polgara is the epic culmination of a magnificent saga, and a fitting farewell to a world which, once experienced, will never be forgotten. Vissza