Power That Preserves [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Fiction)
  • Author:  Donaldson, Stephen R.
  • Author:  Donaldson, Stephen R.
  • ISBN-10:  0345348672
  • ISBN-10:  0345348672
  • ISBN-13:  9780345348678
  • ISBN-13:  9780345348678
  • Publisher:  Del Rey
  • Publisher:  Del Rey
  • Pages:  512
  • Pages:  512
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-May-1987
  • Pub Date:  01-May-1987
  • SKU:  0345348672-11-SPLV
  • SKU:  0345348672-11-SPLV
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“A trilogy of remarkable scope and sophistication.”—Los Angeles Times

Twice before Thomas Covenant had been summoned to the strange otherworld where magic worked. Twice before he had been forced to join with the Lords of Revelstone in their war against Lord Foul, the ancient enemy of the Land.

Now he was back—to a Land ravaged by the armies of Lord Foul. The Lords were besieged and helpless. No place was safe, and Foul's victory seemed certain. Only Covenant could avert it. Desperately and without hope, he set out to confront the might of the Enemy. Along with him traveled a Giant, a Bloodguard, and the madwoman he had wronged. And in Foul's Creche, Lord Foul grew in power with each new defeat for the Land. . . .Stephen R. Donaldson is the bestselling author of the series The Gap Cycle, Mordant's Need, and the Chronicles of Thomas Covenant the Unbeliever, includingLord Foul's Baneand The Second Chronicles of Thomas Covenant; and other works, such as Daughter of Regals and Other Talesand a mystery series under the pseudonym Reed Stephens. He is the recipient of the first prize of the British Science Fiction Society and the John W. Campbell Memorial Award.ONE: The Danger in Dreams
 
Thomas Covenant was talking in his sleep. At times he knew what he was doing; the broken pieces of his voice penetrated his stupor dimly, like flickers of innocence. But he could not rouse himself—the weight of his exhaustion was too great. He babbled like millions of people before him, whole or ill, true or false. But in his case there was no one to hear. He would not have been more alone if he had been the last dreamer left alive.
 
When the shrill demand of the phone cut through him, he woke up wailing.
 
For a moment after he threw himself upright in bed, he could not distinguish between the phone and his own flat terror; both echoed like torment thl³'

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