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TERRY BROOKS The Sword of Shannara They Just Keep Coming |
| 延續《傳奇之劍》與《奇幻精靈石》的腳步，故事圍繞威爾翁斯佛與艾瑞崔麗亞子女，傑爾以及布琳。始自一九七七年的傳奇經典，再次引領讀者伴隨沙娜拉一族，踏上不可思議的奇幻之旅。 An ancient Evil is stirring to new life, sending its ghastly Mord Wraiths to destroy Mankind. To win through the vile growth that protects this dark force, the Druid Allanon needs Brin Ohmsford －－－ for she alone holds the magic power of the wishsong. Reluctantly Brin joins the Druid on his dangerous journey. But a prophecy foretells doom, as Evil nurses its plans to trap the unsuspecting Brin into a fate far more horrible than death. Thus continues the enthralling Shannara epic, a spellbinding tale of adventure, magic, and myth... －－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－- Excerpt
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A change of seasons was upon the Four Lands as late summer faded slowly into autumn. Gone were the long, still days of midyear where sweltering heat slowed the pace of life and there was a sense of having time enough for anything. Though summer＇s warmth lingered, the days had begun to shorten, the humid air to dry, and the memory of life＇s immediacy to reawaken. The signs of transition were all about. In the forests of Shady Vale, the leaves had already begun to turn. Brin Ohmsford paused by the flowerbeds that bordered the front walkway of her home, losing herself momentarily in the crimson foliage of the old maple that shaded the yard beyond. It was a massive thing, its trunk broad and gnarled. Brin smiled. That old tree was the source of many childhood memories for her. Impulsively, she stepped off the walkway and moved over to the aged tree. She was a tall girl—taller than her parents or her brother Jair, nearly as tall as Rone Leah—and although there was a delicate look to her slim body, she was as fit as any of them. Jair would argue the point of course, but that was only because Jair found it hard enough as it was to accept his role as the youngest. A girl, after all, was just a girl. Her fingers touched the roughened trunk of the maple softly, caressing, and she stared upward into the tangle of limbs overhead. Long, black hair fell away from her face and there was no mistaking whose child she was. Twenty years ago, Eretria had looked exactly as her daughter looked now, from dusky skin and black eyes to soft, delicate features. All that Brin lacked was her mother＇s fire. Jair had gotten that. Brin had her father＇s temperament, cool, self-assured, and disciplined. In comparing his children one time—a time occasioned by one of Jair＇s more reprehensible misadventures—Wil Ohmsford had remarked rather ruefully that the difference between the two was that Jair was apt to do anything, while Brin was also apt to do it, but only after thinking it through first. Brin still wasn＇t sure who had come out on the short end of that reprimand. Her hands slipped back to her sides. She remembered the time she had used the wishsong on the old tree. She had still been a child, experimenting with the Elven magic. It had been midsummer and she had used the wishsong to turn the tree＇s summer green to autumn crimson; in her child＇s mind, it seemed perfectly all right to do so, since red was a far prettier color than green. Her father had been furious; it had taken almost three years for the tree to come back again after the shock to its system. That had been the last time either she or Jair had used the magic when their parents were about. ＂Brin, come help me with the rest of the packing, please.＂ It was her mother calling. She gave the old maple a final pat and turned toward the house. Her father had never fully trusted the Elven magic. A little more than twenty years earlier he had used the Elfstones given him by the Druid Allanon in his efforts to protect the Elven Chosen Amberle Elessedil in her quest for the Bloodfire. Use of the Elven magic had changed him; he had known it even then, though not known how. It was only after Brin was born, and later Jair, that it became apparent what had been done. It was not Wil Ohmsford who would manifest the change the magic had wrought; it was his children. They were the ones who would carry within them the visible effects of the magic—they, and perhaps generations of Ohmsfords to come, although there was no way of ascertaining yet that they would carry within them the magic of the wishsong. Brin had named it the wishsong. Wish for it, sing for it, and it was yours. That was how it had seemed to her when she had first discovered that she possessed the power... －－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－－- Excerpt
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| ■泰瑞．布魯克斯／Terry Brooks 美國著名奇幻小說作家泰瑞出生於伊利諾伊州斯特林，十歲便開始寫作，後就讀漢彌爾頓學院（Hamilton College）主修英國文學，之後於華盛頓與李大學（Washington and Lee University）取得法律博士學位。 一九九七年，布魯克斯正式出版奇幻處女作《沙拉那之劍》，並成為首位登上紐約時報暢銷書排行榜科幻小說作家，作品於一九九五 年為 Legend Entertainment 改編為電腦遊戲。布魯克斯作品多以奇幻文學為主，另著有兩本電影原著。執筆至今布魯克斯筆下已有廿三本紐約時報排行榜暢銷書，其著作總發行量更多達兩千一百多萬本，因而也讓布魯克斯名列暢銷作家之列。 Terry Brooks has thrilled readers for decades with his powers of imagination and storytelling. He is the author of more than thirty books, most of which have been New York Times bestsellers. He lives with his wife, Judine, in the Pacific Northwest. |
| 作者：泰瑞．布魯克斯／Terry Brooks 叢書系列：The Sword of Shannara, Book 3 版本：Reissue edition 規格：小平裝／Mass Market Paperback，10.8 x 17 x 3.5 cm，512頁 出版商：Random House Publishing Group 品牌：Del Rey 出版日期：1988年07月12日 語言：英文 ISBN-10：0-345-35636-5 非新品書緣微泛黃、封面摺痕，附保護書套，不介意物品狀況再行購買。 Condition: Good. Pre-owned book with creased at the cover and minor foxing. All pages are intact, and the cover is intact as well. With dust jacket. 世界末日 厄運再臨 2nd Chance 詹姆斯派特森 James Patterson 死神首選作者 極速飛行 天使 Angel 詹姆斯派特森 James Patterson MAXIMUM RIDE 厄運再臨作者 ★消費滿額可享免運優惠★
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