Legends, Volume 3: Short Novels by the Masters of Modern Fantasy (Legends, Volume 3)

Language: English

Pages: 196

ISBN: 2:00351991

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

The great anthology of short novels by the masters of modern fantasy.

Robert Jordan relates crucial events in the years leading up to The Wheel of Time in "New Spring."

Ursula K. Le Guin adds a sequel to her famous books of Earthsea, portraying a woman who wants to learn magic, in "Dragonfly."

Tad Williams tells a dark and enthralling story of a haunted castle in the age before Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn, in "The Burning Man."

Terry Pratchett relates an amusing incident in Discworld, of a magical contest and the witch Granny Weatherwax, in "The Sea and Little Fishes."

Introduction by Robert Silverberg
The Wheel of Time: New Spring by Robert Jordan
Earthsea: Dragonfly by Ursula K. Le Guin
Memory, Sorrow and Thorn: The Burning Man by Tad Williams
Discworld: The Sea and Little Fishes by Terry Pratchett

Appalachian Gateway: An Anthology of Contemporary Stories and Poetry

Selected Writings of Juan Ramón Jiménez

Thieves' World (Thieves' World, Book 1)

Diamonds of the Night



















still Accepted. She needed seasoning, did she? Well, perhaps she did, some, but still. And spreading out all these intimacies! “I think you know all of me that you need to know,” she told Cadsuane stiffly. How close she and Siuan had been was no one’s business but theirs. And their punishments, details of their punishments. Elaida had been hateful, always pressing, demanding perfection whenever she visited the Tower. “If you are quite satisfied, I must pack my things. I am departing for

well?” “Not very,” she told him. She had hoped for another meeting with Lan Mandragoran, planned for it, but not here! Her stomach was trying to twist into knots. “I myself may keep to my rooms for a few days, if you will forgive me.” He would, of course, and everyone was full of regret at missing her company and sympathy for the strain traveling must have put on her. Though she did hear one of the women murmur that southlanders must be very delicate. A pale-haired young woman in green-and-red

Rose’s left eye, sometimes it seemed to be in her right, but always one eye looked straight and the other watched something just out of sight, around the corner, elsewhere. “Which power?” “The one,” Rose said. As suddenly as the ewe had walked off, she went into her house. Dragonfly followed her, but only to the door. Nobody entered a witch’s house uninvited. “You said I had it,” the girl said into the reeking gloom of the one-roomed hut. “I said you have a strength in you, a great one,” the

but the group of men muttered, angry, and some of them moved forward. Azver came between her and them, her words releasing him from the paralysis of mind and body that had held him. “Tell Thorion we will meet him on Roke Knoll,” he said. “When he comes, we will be there. Now come with me,” he said to Irian. The Namer, the Doorkeeper, and the Herbal followed him with her into the Grove. There was a path for them. But when some of the young men started after them, there was no path. “Come back,”

Sulis made compact with the bitter old man, first by the gifts and subtle compliments he gave him, but soon in the courting of Godric’s daughter-in-law as well. While my grandfather became more and more impressed by this foreign nobleman’s good sense, Sulis made his master stroke. Not only did he offer a bride price for my mother—for a widow!—that was greater than would have been paid even for the virgin daughter of a ruling Great Thane, a sizable fortune of swords and proud Nabban horses and

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