Ilse Witch (The Voyage of the Jerle Shannara, Book 1)

Ilse Witch (The Voyage of the Jerle Shannara, Book 1)

Terry Brooks

Language: English

Pages: 456

ISBN: 0345396553

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Ilse Witch (The Voyage of the Jerle Shannara, Book 1)

Terry Brooks

Language: English

Pages: 456

ISBN: 0345396553

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


When a half-drowned elf is found floating in the seas of the Blue Divide, an old mystery resurfaces. Thirty years ago, an elven prince led an expedition in search of a legendary magic said to be more powerful than any in the world. Of all those who set out on that ill-fated voyage, not one has ever returned. Until now. The rescued elf carries a map covered with mysterious symbols–and Walker Boh, the last of the Druids, has the skill to decipher them. But someone else understands the map’s significance: the Ilse Witch, a ruthless young woman who wields a magic as potent as his own. She will stop at nothing to possess the map–and the magic it leads to.

Thus begins the first volume of a dazzling new adventure
in one of the most popular fantasy series of our time

Blood Song (Lharmell, Book 1)

The Eye of Charon (Age of Conan, Hyborian Adventures: A Soldier's Quest, Book 2)

In the Night Garden (The Orphan's Tales, Book 1)

Confessor (Sword of Truth, Book 11)

Tales from High Hallack, Volume Three: The Collected Short Stories of Andre Norton (Tales from High Hallack, Book 3)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

and ended by telling Walker of the phoenix stone. The Druid did not change expression even once during the tale, but his dark eyes revealed the mix of emotions he was feeling. Bek finished and stood shifting his feet nervously in the silence that followed, half anticipating another attack on his lack of judgment. But Walker just stared at him, as if trying to figure him out, as if seeing him in an entirely new light. “Was it really the King of the Silver River?” the boy asked finally. The

succession of memories began to recall themselves, taking him back in time, reminding him of what had once been and now was gone. He grew younger, smaller. The memories became a rush of sudden, frightening images, rife with fury and terror, with distant cries and the labored breathing of someone who held him close before tucking him into a black, cold place. The smell and taste of smoke and soot filled his throat and nostrils, and he could feel a panic within that refused to be stilled. Grianne!

“Oh, what fathers would usually have children do.” The Elven King chuckled. “Stay closer to home, take fewer chances, be content with the known world. Kylen fights with the Free-born in a struggle I do not support. Ahren wanders the north in search of a future. My sons think I will live forever, and they leave me to be ruler alone.” He shrugged. “I suppose they are no different than the sons of other fathers.” Walker said nothing. His views would not have been welcomed. If Allardon Elessedil’s

apologies for that. On the other hand, getting you back here to speak with me was of more consequence than seeing you bag that boar.” Bek stared. Was he saying that he had spooked the boar deliberately, that the Roc’s passing hadn’t been by chance? He glanced quickly at Quentin to catch his cousin’s reaction, but Quentin’s attention had shifted at the sound of someone else’s approach. “Ah, here is our friend, the Wing Rider,” Walker said, rising. Hunter Predd trooped into the firelight, a

If there were people in need, Coran Leah was always the first to try to find help for them or, failing that, to help them himself. He had raised his children with kind words and gentle urgings, and Bek didn’t think he had ever heard him shout. If he could have chosen a father for himself, Bek wouldn’t have looked farther than Coran. “I have been thinking about this since Walker came to see me yesterday and told me what he wanted. There are some things you don’t know, Bek—things no one knows, not

Download sample

Download