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The Sword of Shannara [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Fiction)
  • Author:  Brooks, Terry
  • Author:  Brooks, Terry
  • ISBN-10:  0345314255
  • ISBN-10:  0345314255
  • ISBN-13:  9780345314253
  • ISBN-13:  9780345314253
  • Publisher:  Del Rey
  • Publisher:  Del Rey
  • Pages:  736
  • Pages:  736
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Feb-1983
  • Pub Date:  01-Feb-1983
  • SKU:  0345314255-11-MING
  • SKU:  0345314255-11-MING
  • Item ID: 100017655
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The Sword of Shannarais the first volume of the classic series that has becomeone of the most popular fantasy tales of all time.

Long ago, the wars of the ancient Evil ruined the world. In peaceful Shady Vale, half-elfin Shea Ohmsford knows little of such troubles. But the supposedly dead Warlock Lord is plotting to destroy everything in his wake.The sole weapon against this Power of Darkness is the Sword of Shannara, which can be used only by a trueheir of Shannara. On Shea, last of the bloodline,rests the hope of all the races.

Thus begins the enthralling Shannara epic,a spellbinding tale of adventure, magic, and myth . .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.The sun was already sinking into the deep green of the hills to the west of the valley, the red and gray-pink of its shadows touching the corners of the land, when Flick Ohmsford began his descent. The trail stretched out unevenly down the northern slope, winding through the huge boulders which studded the rugged terrain in massive clumps, disappearing into the thick forests of the lowlands to reappear in brief glimpses in small clearings and thinning spaces of woodland. Flick followed the familiar trail with his eyes as he trudged wearily along, his light pack slung loosely over one shoulder. His broad, windburned face bore a set, placid look, and only the wide gray eyes revealed the restless energy that burned beneath the calm exterior. He was a young man, though his stocky build and the grizzled brown hair and shaggy eyebrows made him look much older. He wore the loose-fitting work clothes of the Vale people and in the pack he carried were several metal implements that rolled and clanked loosely against one another.
 
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