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Первая книга «Верховного Друида Шаннары» приглашает как давнего преданного читателя, так и любопытного новичка сделать первые шаги в новых путешествиях.

Двадцать лет прошло с тех пор, как Грайанна Омсворд, осудившая свою прошлую жизнь в качестве ужасной ведьмы Ильзе, спасенная любовью своего брата и волшебством Меча Шаннары, нанесла поражение своему злобному наставнику Моргавру. Теперь, во исполнении предначертанной ей судьбы, она создала Третий Круг Друидов и посвятила себя установлению мира и гармонии между народами, защите Четырех Земель. Но политические интриги, тайные заговоры и чудовищные дела, которые преследовали друидов на протяжении всей истории, продолжают процветать.

Дорогие друзья по чтению. Книга «Джарка Руус (ЛП)» Брукс Терри произведет достойное впечатление на любителя данного жанра. С помощью намеков, малозначимых деталей постепенно вырастает главное целое, убеждая читателя в реальности прочитанного. В заключении раскрываются все загадки, тайны и намеки, которые были умело расставлены на протяжении всей сюжетной линии. Произведение, благодаря мастерскому перу автора, наполнено тонкими и живыми психологическими портретами. Что ни говори, а все-таки есть некая изюминка, которая выделяет данный masterpiece среди множества подобного рода и жанра. Интрига настолько запутанна, что не смотря на встречающиеся подсказки невероятно сложно угадать дорогу, по которой пойдет сюжет. Юмор подан не в случайных мелочах и не всегда на поверхности, а вызван внутренним эфирным ощущением и подчинен всему строю. Многогранность и уникальность образов, создает внутренний мир, полный множества процессов и граней. Приятно окунуться в «золотое время», где обитают счастливые люди со своими мелочными и пустяковыми, но кажущимися им огромными неурядицами. С помощью описания событий с разных сторон, множества точек зрения, автор постепенно развивает сюжет, что в свою очередь увлекает читателя не позволяя скучать. Через виденье главного героя окружающий мир в воображении читающего вырисовывается ярко, красочно и невероятно красиво. «Джарка Руус (ЛП)» Брукс Терри читать бесплатно онлайн очень интересно, поскольку затронутые темы и проблемы не могут оставить читателя равнодушным.

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H igh Druid of Shannara. More than a quarter of a century after The Sword of Shannara carved out its place in the pantheon of great epic fantasy, the magic of Terry Brooks’s New York Times bestselling saga burns as brightly as ever. Three complete series have chronicled the ever–unfolding history of Shannara. But more stories are still to be told–and new adventures have yet to be undertaken. Book One of High Druid of Shannara invites both the faithful longtime reader and the curious newcomer to take the first step on the next extraordinary quest. Twenty years have passed since Grianne Ohmsford denounced her former life as the dreaded Ilse Witch–saved by the love of her brother, the magic of the Sword of Shannara, and the destruction of her evil mentor, the Morgawr. Now, fulfilling the destiny predicted for her, she has established the Third Druid Council, and dedicated herself to its goals of peace, harmony among the races, and defense of the Four Lands. But the political intrigue, secret treachery, and sinister deeds that have haunted Druid history for generations continue to thrive.

She sat alone in her chambers, draped in twilight’s shadows and evening’s solitude, her thoughts darker than the night descending and heavier than the weight of all Paranor. She retired early these days, ostensibly to work but mostly to think, to ponder on the disappointment of today’s failures and the bleakness of tomorrow’s prospects. It was silent in the high tower, and the silence gave her a momentary respite from the struggle between herself and those she would lead. It lasted briefly, only so long as she remained secluded, but without its small daily comfort she sometimes thought she would have gone mad with despair.

She was no longer a girl, no longer even young, though she retained her youthful looks, her pale translucent skin still unblemished and unlined, her startling blue eyes clear, and her movements steady and certain. When she looked in the mirror, which she did infrequently now as then, she saw the girl she had been twenty years earlier, as if aging had been miraculously stayed. But while her body stayed young, her spirit grew old. Responsibility aged her more quickly than time. Only the Druid Sleep, should she avail herself of it, would stay the wearing of her heart, and she would not choose that remedy anytime soon. She could not. She was the Ard Rhys of the Third Druid

Council, the High Druid of Paranor, and while she remained in that office, sleep of any kind was in short supply.

Her gaze drifted to the windows of her chamber, looking west to where the sun was already gone behind the horizon, and the light it cast skyward in the wake of its descent a dim glow beginning to fail. She thought her own star was setting, as well, its light fading, its time passing, its chances slipping away. She would change that if she could, but she no longer believed she knew the way.

She heard Tagwen before she saw him, his footfalls light and cautious in the hallway beyond her open door, his concern for her evident in the softness of his approach.

They departed Paranor at midnight, flying north out of the Druid forestlands with a full moon to light their way, riding the edge of their expectations just ahead of their doubts and fears. They chose to use Grianne’s War Shrike, Chaser, to make the journey, rather than a Druid airship, thinking that the Shrike would draw less attention and be less cumbersome. An airship required a crew, and a crew required explanations. Grianne preferred to keep secret what she was investigating until she better understood what it meant.

Tagwen accepted the news of her sudden and mysterious departure stoically, but she read disapproval and concern in his eyes. He was desperate for her to tell him something more, a hint of what she was about so that if the need arose, he might be able to help. But she thought it best he know only that she would be gone for a few days and he must see to her affairs as best he could. There would be questions, demands perhaps, but he couldn’t reveal what he didn’t know. She braced his shoulders firmly with her hands, smiled her approval and reassurance, and slipped away.

It went without saying that Tagwen would make no mention of Kermadec unless she failed to return; a visit from the Rock Troll was always to be kept secret. There were too many who disapproved of the relationship, and the Dwarf understood the importance of not throwing fuel on a fire already dangerously hot. Grianne could depend on Tagwen to use good judgment in such matters. It was one of his strongest attributes; his exercise of discretion and common sense was easily the equal of her own. Had he the inclination or the talent, he would have made a good Druid. That accolade bestowed, she was just as happy to have him be what he was.

The flight took the rest of the night and most of the following day, a long, steady sweep out of Callahorn and across the Streleheim to the peaks of the Knife Edge and the Razors, where the ruins of the Skull Kingdom lay scattered in the valley between. As she guided Chaser onward, the rush of air in her ears wrapping her in its mindless sound, she had plenty of time to think. Her thoughts were both of what lay ahead and behind. But while the former merely intrigued, the latter haunted.

Her efforts at this new life had started so promisingly. She had returned to the Four Lands with such confidence, her identity regained, her life remade, the lies that had misled her replaced by truths. She had found her lost brother Bek, whom she had never thought to see again. She had broken the chains that the Morgawr had forged to hold her. She had fought and destroyed the warlock with her brother at her side. She had done this so that she might be given a chance at the redemption she had never thought to find. The dying touch of a Druid, his blood on her forehead marking her as his successor, had set her on her path. It was a destiny she would never have chosen for herself but that she had come to believe was right and had therefore embraced.


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