The Black Irix (Shannara: Paladins of Shannara, Book 3)
Terry Brooks
Language: English
Pages: 28
ISBN: 2:00335048
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
An old friend urges Shea Ohmsford to take a dangerous risk in the concluding story of this gripping Shannara eBook series by New York Times bestselling fantasy master Terry Brooks.
Shea Ohmsford has had quite enough of quests. A year after surviving a harrowing odyssey, he is still plagued by troubling memories and dreams. A mysterious trafficker in spells and potions provides a restorative nostrum for the stricken Shea . . . along with a warning: Shea will break his vow to never again leave Shady Vale. And then the potion-maker’s prophecy comes to pass.
A thief, adventurer, and notoriously charismatic rogue, Panamon Creel unexpectedly appears in the Vale with a request for his longtime friend, Shea—journey into the untamed northland, infiltrate the stronghold of a sinister dealer in stolen goods, and capture a precious artifact: the sacred Black Irix. Creel wishes to return this treasure to its rightful owners. Shea cannot refuse such a just cause. But what lies behind the black castle walls they must breach? And will this quest truly be their last?
Includes a preview of the final novel in Terry Brooks’s Dark Legacy of Shannara trilogy, Witch Wraith!
PRAISE FOR TERRY BROOKS
“The Sword of Shannara is an unforgettable and wildly entertaining epic, animated by Terry Brooks’s cosmically generative imagination and storytelling joy.”—Karen Russell, New York Times bestselling author of Swamplandia!
“If Tolkien is the grandfather of modern fantasy, Terry Brooks is its favorite uncle.”—Peter V. Brett, New York Times bestselling author of The Desert Spear
“I can’t even begin to count how many of Terry Brooks’s books I’ve read (and reread) over the years. From Shannara to Landover, his work was a huge part of my childhood.”—Patrick Rothfuss, New York Times bestselling author of The Name of the Wind
“Terry Brooks is a master of the craft and a trailblazer who established fantasy as a viable genre. He is required reading.”—Brent Weeks, New York Times bestselling author of The Night Angel Trilogy
“The Shannara books were among the first to really capture my imagination. My daydreams and therefore my stories will always owe a debt to Terry Brooks.”—Brandon Mull, #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Beyonders and Fablehaven series
had said about Shea going on another quest—one that Flick would not countenance, but one his brother would undertake anyway. Shea laughed. “I’m not going on any more quests, Flick. I’m all done with that sort of thing. I’m staying right here in the Vale with you.” And Flick smiled and hugged his brother, and put the matter out of his mind. * * * Four months later, with the summer mostly gone and the first signs of an approaching autumn reflected in chilly early mornings and leaves turning
contains an excerpt from the forthcoming book Witch Wraith by Terry Brooks. This excerpt has been set for this edition only and may not reflect the final content of the forthcoming edition. Cover design by David G. Stevenson Cover illustration: � Stephen Youll eISBN: 978-0-345-53682-2 www.delreybooks.com v3.1_r4 Contents Cover Other Books by This Author Title Page Copyright First Page Excerpt from Witch Wraith About the Author More than a year had passed since his return from the
can be accorded by the Troll nation to one of their own. He stood there before them and displayed it boldly—a challenge to all to dispute his loyalty and his courage when it was being questioned. That was an unforgettable moment, wasn’t it, Shea?” The Valeman nodded. Keltset had produced from a leather belt strapped about his waist an iron medallion with a cross embedded in a circle, held it up for all to see, then hung it about his neck in a dramatic display that had stunned all assembled and
reached the banks of the Rainbow Lake. There they turned west to follow the lakeshore around to where they could begin their journey toward the Streleheim and into the Northland. Shea spent his time on horseback thinking of how long ago the last quest now seemed. It was almost as if it had happened in another lifetime—one he had lived as a different person entirely. He had grown up on that quest, seasoned and matured under the pressure of constantly being hunted and placed at risk, of facing
their tops spiked and ragged. The guards on the wall wore heavy armor and carried huge pikes. Even an entire army would have trouble getting into this citadel, Shea thought. Then it occurred to him that getting out might turn out to be every bit as hard as getting in. “You’re sure about this?” Shea asked Panamon Creel impulsively, but the thief just smiled. They rode out of the badlands and up to the huge gates, Panamon leading the way and showing no particular concern for what lay ahead.