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White Gold Wielder [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Fiction)
  • Author:  Donaldson, Stephen R.
  • Author:  Donaldson, Stephen R.
  • ISBN-10:  0345348702
  • ISBN-10:  0345348702
  • ISBN-13:  9780345348708
  • ISBN-13:  9780345348708
  • Publisher:  Del Rey
  • Publisher:  Del Rey
  • Pages:  512
  • Pages:  512
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Apr-1987
  • Pub Date:  01-Apr-1987
  • SKU:  0345348702-11-SPLV
  • SKU:  0345348702-11-SPLV
  • Item ID: 100575970
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White Gold Wielder:the stunning conclusion to Stephen Donaldson's extraordinary fantasy saga

Thomas Covenant realized that despite their awful failure on the Isle of The One Tree, there was no alternative but to return to the Land and fight. Mhoram had warned him: “. . . In the end, you must return to the Land.”

After a long and arduous journey overland, the company reaches Revelstone. Following a fiery showdown with Gibbon Raver, Covenant discovers that he can come to terms with—and control—his awesome power. As he readies himself for the final showdown with Lord Foul, the Despiser, Thomas Covenant knows he has the answer at last.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 Master’s Scar
 
Awkward without its midmast, Starfare’s Gem turned heavily toward the north, putting its stern to the water clogged with sand and foam which marked the passing of the One Tree. In the rigging, Giants labored and fumbled at their tasks, driven from line to line by the hoarse goad of Sevinhand’s commands, even though Seadreamer lay dead on the deck below them. The Anchormaster stood, lean and rue-bitten, on the wheeldeck and yelled up at them, his voice raw with suppressed pain. If any compliance lagged, the Storesmaster, Galewrath, seconded him, throwing her shout after his like a piece of ragged granite because all the Search had come to ruin and she did not know any other way to bear it. The dromond went north simply to put distance between l³'

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