The Seventh Gate: A Death Gate Novel, Volume 7 [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Fiction)
  • Author:  Weis, Margaret, Hickman, Tracy
  • Author:  Weis, Margaret, Hickman, Tracy
  • ISBN-10:  055357325X
  • ISBN-10:  055357325X
  • ISBN-13:  9780553573251
  • ISBN-13:  9780553573251
  • Publisher:  Spectra
  • Publisher:  Spectra
  • Pages:  368
  • Pages:  368
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-May-1995
  • Pub Date:  01-May-1995
  • SKU:  055357325X-11-SPLV
  • SKU:  055357325X-11-SPLV
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The Seventh Gateis the thrilling conclusion to theNew York TimesbestsellingDeath GateCycleby Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman. In this tale of treachery, power, and heroism, Alfred, Haplo, and Marit embark on a journey of death and discovery as they seek to enter the dreaded Seventh Gate. Encountering enemies both old and new, they unleash a magic no power can control, damning themselves to an apocalypse of unimagined proportion in a final struggle between good and evil.CHAPTER 1

ABRI: THE LABYRINTH


Vasu stood on the wall above the gates of the city of Abri, stood silent and thoughtful as the gates boomed shut beneath his feet. It was dawn, which meant, in the Labyrinth, nothing more than a graying of night's black. But this dawn was different than most. It was more glorious than most . . . and more terrifying. It was brightened by hope, darkened by fear

It was a dawn which saw the city of Abri, in the very center of the Labyrinth, still standing, victorious, after a terrible battle with its most implacable enemies.

It was a dawn smudged with the smoke of funeral pyres; a dawn in which the living could draw a tremulous breath and dare to hope life might be better.

It was a dawn lit by a lurid red glow on the far distant horizon, a red glow that was brightening, strengthening. Those Patryns who guarded the city walls turned their eyes to that strange and unnatural glow, shook their heads, spoke of it in low and ominous tones.

"It bodes nothing good," they said grimly.

Who could blame them for their dark outlook? Not Vasu. Certainly not Vasu, who knew what was transpiring. He would have to tell them soon, destroy the joy of this dawning.

"That glow is the fire of battle," he would have to say to his people. "A battle raging for control of the Final Gate. The dragon-snakes who attacked us were not defeated, as you thought. Yes, we killed four of them. But forl“7

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