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By David Eddings

THE force OF PROPHECY

The quest used to be over. The Orb of Aldur used to be restored. And once more, with the crowning of Garion, there has been a descendant of Riva Iron-grip to rule as Overlord of the West.

But the Prophecy was once unfulfilled. within the east, the evil God Torak was once approximately to rouse and search dominion. in some way, Garion needed to face the God, to kill or be killed. at the consequence of that dread duel rested the future of the realm. Now, followed by means of his grandfather, the traditional sorcerer Belgarath, Garion headed towards town of unending evening, the place Torak awaited him.

To the south, his fiancée, the princess Ce'Nedra, led the armies of the West in a determined attempt to divert the forces of Torak's fans from the fellow she loved.

The Prophecy drove Garion on. however it gave no resolution to the query that haunted him: How does a guy kill an immortal God?

Here is the intense end to the epic of The Belgariad, which all started in Pawn of Prophecy--a novel of destiny, unusual lands, and a Prophecy that has to be fulfilled--the answer of the conflict of guys, Kings, and Gods that had spanned seven thousand years!

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The blackness underneath the bushes used to be dotted with the faded, winking glow of fireflies, and crickets chirped interminably. because the break of day of morning started to filter out during the woodland, they reached the sting of one other burned-off zone, and Belgarath reined in to see carefully out on the rank scrub, dotted the following and there with charred snags. ‘We’d larger have whatever to eat,’ he recommended. ‘The horses desire a few relaxation, and we will be able to trap slightly sleep earlier than we pass on. ’ He seemed round within the steadily expanding mild. ‘Let’s break out from the line, even though. ’ He grew to become his horse and led them off alongside the sting of the burn. After numerous hundred yards, they reached a small clearing that jutted out into the coarse brush. A spring trickled water right into a mossy pool on the very fringe of the bushes, and the grass within the clearing used to be intensely eco-friendly. The periphery of the outlet used to be hemmed in by means of brambles and a tangle of charred limbs. ‘This appears like a very good place,’ Belgarath determined. ‘Not really,’ Silk disagreed. He was once watching a crudely squared-off block of stone status within the heart of the clearing. there have been gruesome black stains operating down the edges of the stone. ‘For our reasons it is,’ the previous guy answered. ‘The altars of Torak are in general refrained from, and we don’t relatively wish corporation. ’ They dismounted on the fringe of the timber, and Belgarath all started ransacking through one of many packs for bread and dried meat. Garion was once in a apparently abstracted temper. He was once drained, and his weariness made him a section light-headed. fairly intentionally, he walked around the springy turf to the blood-stained altar; he stared at it, his eyes meticulously recording info with no contemplating their implication. The blackened stone sat solidly within the heart of the clearing, casting no shadow within the light sunrise mild. It was once an outdated altar, and had no longer been used lately. The stains that had sunk into the pores of the rock have been black with age, and the bones littering the floor round it have been half-sunk within the earth and have been coated with a greenish patina of moss. A scurrying spider darted into the vacant eye socket of a mossy cranium, looking shelter at nighttime, vaulted vacancy. some of the bones have been damaged and confirmed the marks of the small, sharp the teeth of wooded area scavengers who could feed on something that used to be useless. an inexpensive, tarnished silver brooch lay with its chain tangled a few lumpy vertebra, and never far-off a brass buckle, eco-friendly with verdigris, nonetheless clung to a bit moldering leather-based. ‘Come clear of that factor, Garion,’ Silk informed him with a observe of revulsion in his voice. ‘It type of is helping to examine it,’ Garion responded really flippantly, nonetheless watching the altar and the bones. ‘It supplies me whatever to contemplate beside being afraid. ’ He squared his shoulders, and his nice sword shifted on his again. ‘I don’t rather imagine the area wishes this type of factor. perhaps it’s time a person did anything approximately it. ’ while he circled, Belgarath used to be him, his clever outdated eyes narrowed. ‘It’s a start,’ the sorcerer saw.

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