Guardians of the west

Fülszöveg

"Beware"
As Errand slipped into the throne room, the great hall was illuminated by the soft blue radiance of the Orb of Aldur. Garion, the Rivan King, glanced up from where he was sprawled on the throne.
"What are you doing wandering around so late?" he asked.
"The voice told me to come here," Errand replied.
Garion blinked. "Does he talk to you, too?"
"This is the first time. I've known about him, though."
"If he's never—" Garion broke off and looked sharply up at the Orb. The soft blue light of the stone had suddenly changed to a deep, ugly red, as if the Orb had encountered something or someone that filled it with a raging anger.
"Bewarei" that voice which they both heard quite clearly said to them in tones that could not be ignored. "Beware Zandramas!" V
The Dark
prophecy
Garion had slain the evil God Torak and been crowned King of Riva. The Prophecy was fulfilled—or so it seemed. While the strange child Errand was growing up in the Vale of Aldur with Polgara and... Tovább

Fülszöveg

"Beware"
As Errand slipped into the throne room, the great hall was illuminated by the soft blue radiance of the Orb of Aldur. Garion, the Rivan King, glanced up from where he was sprawled on the throne.
"What are you doing wandering around so late?" he asked.
"The voice told me to come here," Errand replied.
Garion blinked. "Does he talk to you, too?"
"This is the first time. I've known about him, though."
"If he's never—" Garion broke off and looked sharply up at the Orb. The soft blue light of the stone had suddenly changed to a deep, ugly red, as if the Orb had encountered something or someone that filled it with a raging anger.
"Bewarei" that voice which they both heard quite clearly said to them in tones that could not be ignored. "Beware Zandramas!" V
The Dark
prophecy
Garion had slain the evil God Torak and been crowned King of Riva. The Prophecy was fulfilled—or so it seemed. While the strange child Errand was growing up in the Vale of Aldur with Polgara and Durnik, showing only occasional flashes of inexplicable knowledge and power, Garion was learning to rule and to be the husband of his fiery little Queen Ce'Nedra-. Eleven years passed.
Then suddenly the Voice of Prophecy cried out a warning: "Beware Zandramas!" Not even Belgarath the Sorcerer knew who or what Zandramas was. But Garion discovered hints in a previously obscured part of the Mrin Codex. Worse, he learned that the Dark Prophecy was still waging its ancient struggle against the Prophecy of Light. Again, great evil was brewing in the East. And again, Garion found himself a pawn, caught between the two ancient Prophecies, with the fate of the world somehow resting on him.
Here, in the eagerly awaited sequel to David Eddings' best-selling The Belgariad, is the first book of The Malloreon, an epic quest across strange lands and among stranger peoples—a magnificent fantasy of men, Kings, Sorcerers, and Gods caught up in the culmination of the seven-thousand-year war between two opposing Destinies to determine the fate of all creation.
David Eddings was born in Spokane, Washington, in 1931, and was raised in the Puget Sound area north of Seattle. He received a Bachelor of Arts degree from Reed College in Portland, Oregon, in 1954 and a Master of Arts degree from the University of Washington in 1961. He has served in the United States Army, worked as a buyer for the Boeing Company, has been a grocery clerk, and has taught college English. He has lived in many parts of the United States.
His first novel, High Hunt (published by Putnam in 1973), was a contemporary adventure story. The field of fantasy has always been of interest to him, however, and he turned to THE BELGARIAD in an effort to develop certain technical and philosophical ideas concerning that genre.
Eddings and his wife, Leigh, currently reside in the Southwest. Vissza