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PART ONE

Melcena



CHAPTER ONE

Her Majesty, Queen Porenn of Drasnia, was in a pensive mood. She stood at the window of her pink-frilled sitting room in the palace at Boktor watching her son Kheva and Unrak, the son of Barak of Trellheim, at play in a garden drenched with morning sunlight. The boys had reached that age where sometimes it seemed almost possible to see them growing, and their voices wavered uncertainly between boyish soprano and manly baritone. Porenn sighed, smoothing the front of her black gown. The Queen of Drasnia had worn black since the death of her husband. “You would be proud of him, my dear Rhodar,” she whispered sadly.

There was a light knock at her door.

“Yes?” she replied, not turning.

“There’s a Nadrak here to see you, your Majesty,” the aged butler at the door reported. “He says you know him.”

“Oh?”

“He says his name is Yarblek.”

“Oh, yes. Prince Kheldar’s associate. Show him in, please.”

“There’s a woman with him, your Majesty,” the butler said with a disapproving expression. “She uses language your Majesty might prefer not to hear.”

Porenn smiled warmly. “That must be Vella,” she said. “I’ve heard her swear before. I don’t know that she’s really all that serious about it. Show them both in, if you would, please.”

“At once, your Majesty.”

Yarblek was as shabby as ever. At some point, the shoulder seam of his long black overcoat had given way and had been rudimentarily repaired with a piece of rawhide thong. His beard was coarse and black and scraggly, his hair was unkempt, and he looked as if he didn’t smell very good. “Your Majesty,” he said grandly, attempting a bow which was marred a bit by an unsteady lurch.

“Drunk already, Master Yarblek?” Porenn asked him archly.

“No, not really, Porenn,” he replied, unabashed. “It’s just a little carry-over from last night.”

The queen was not offended by the Nadrak’s use of her first name. Yarblek’s grip on formality had never been very firm.

The woman who had entered with him was a stunningly beautiful Nadrak with blue-black hair and smoldering eyes. She was dressed in tight-fitting leather trousers and a black leather vest. A silver-hilted dagger protruded from each of her boot tops, and two more were tucked under the wide leather belt about her waist. She bowed with infinite grace. “You’re looking tired, Porenn,” she observed. “I think you need more sleep.”

Porenn laughed. “Tell that to the people who bring me stacks of parchment every hour or so.”

“I made myself a rule years ago,” Yarblek said, sprawling uninvited in a chair. “Never put anything down in writing. It saves time as well as keeping me out of trouble.”

“It seems to me that I’ve heard Kheldar say the same thing.”

Yarblek shrugged. “Silk’s got a good grip on reality.”

“I haven’t seen you two for quite some time,” Porenn noted, also sitting.

“We’ve been in Mallorea,” Vella told her, wandering around the room and looking appraisingly at the furnishings.

“Isn’t that dangerous? I’ve heard that there’s plague there.”

“It’s pretty much confined to Mal Zeth,” Yarblek replied. “Polgara persuaded the Emperor to seal up the city.”

“Polgara?” Porenn exclaimed, coming to her feet. “What’s she doing in Mallorea?”

“She was going in the general direction of a place called Ashaba the last time I saw her. She had Belgarath and the others with her.”

“How did they get to Mallorea?”

“By boat, I’d imagine. It’s a long swim.”

“Yarblek, am I going to have to drag every single scrap of information out of you?” Porenn demanded in exasperation.

“I’m getting to it, Porenn,” he said, sounding a little injured. “Do you want the story first or the messages? I’ve got lots of messages for you, and Vella’s got a couple more that she won’t even talk about—at least not to me.”

“Just start at the beginning, Yarblek.”

“Any way you want it.” He scratched at his beard. “The way I got the story is that Silk and Belgarath and the others were in Cthol Murgos. They got captured by the Malloreans, and ’Zakath took them all to Mal Zeth. The young fellow with the big sword—Belgarion, isn’t it? Anyway, he and ’Zakath got to be friends—”

“Garion and ’Zakath?” Porenn asked incredulously. “How?”

“I wouldn’t know. I wasn’t there when it happened. To make it short, they were friends, but then the plague broke out in Mal Zeth. I managed to sneak Silk and the others out of the city, and we went north. We separated before we got to Venna. They wanted to go to this Ashaba place, and I had a caravan load of goods I wanted to get to Yar Marak. Made a fairly good profit, actually.”

“Why were they going to Ashaba?”

“They were after some woman named Zandramas—the one who abducted Belgarion’s son.”

“A woman? Zandramas is a woman?”

“So they told me. Belgarath gave me a letter for you. It’s all in there. I told him that he shouldn’t write it down, but he wouldn’t listen to me.” Yarblek unwound himself from his chair, fished around inside his overcoat, and handed a rumpled and none-too-clean piece of parchment to the queen. Then he strolled to the window and looked out. “Isn’t that Trellheim’s boy down there?” he asked. “The husky one with the red hair?”

Porenn was reading the parchment. “Yes,” she said absently, trying to concentrate on the message.

“Is he here? Trellheim, I mean?”

“Yes. I don’t know if he’s awake yet, though. He stayed up rather late last night and he was a little tipsy when he went to bed.”

Yarblek laughed. “That’s Barak, all right. Has he got his wife and daughters with him, too?”

“No,” Porenn said. “They stayed in Val Alorn, making the preparations for his oldest daughter’s wedding.”

“Is she that old already?”

“Chereks marry young. They seem to think it’s the best way to keep a girl out of trouble. Barak and his son came here to get away from all the fuss.”

Yarblek laughed again. “I think I’ll go wake him up and see if he’s got anything to drink.” He touched his forefinger to the spot between his eyes with a pained look. “I’m feeling a little delicate this morning, and Barak’s a good man to get well with. I’ll stop back when I’m feeling better. Besides, you’ve got your mail to read. Oh,” he said, “I almost forgot. Here are some others.” He started rummaging around inside his shabby coat. “One from Polgara.” He tossed it negligently on the table. “One from Belgarion. One from Silk, and one from the blond girl with the dimples—the one they call Velvet. The snake didn’t send anything—you know how snakes are. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m really not feeling too good.” He lurched to the door and went out.

“That is the most exasperating man in the world,” Porenn declared.

“He does it on purpose.” Vella shrugged. “He thinks it’s funny.”

“Yarblek said that you have some messages for me, too,” the queen said. “I suppose I should read them all at once—get all the shocks over with at one time.”

“I’ve only got one, Porenn,” Vella replied, “and it isn’t in writing. Liselle—the one they call Velvet—asked me to tell you something when we were alone.”

“All right,” Porenn said, putting down Belgarath’s letter.

“I’m not sure how they found out about this,” Vella said, “but it seems that the King of Cthol Murgos is not the son of Taur Urgas.”

“What are you saying, Vella?”

“Urgit isn’t even related to that frothing lunatic. It seems that a number of years ago, a certain Drasnian businessman paid a visit to the palace in Rak Goska. He and Taur Urgas’ second wife became friendly.” She smiled with one eyebrow slightly raised. “Very friendly. I’ve always had that suspicion about Murgo women. Anyway, Urgit was the result of that friendship.”

A terrible suspicion began to dawn on Queen Porenn.

Vella grinned impishly at her. “We all knew that Silk had royal connections,” she said. “We just didn’t know how many royal families he was connected to.”

“No!” Porenn gasped.

Vella laughed. “Oh, yes. Liselle confronted Urgit’s mother with it, and the lady confessed.” The Nadrak girl’s face grew serious. “The whole point of Liselle’s message is that Silk doesn’t want that bony fellow, Javelin, to find out about it. Liselle felt that she had to report it to somebody. That’s why she told me to pass it on to you. I guess you’re supposed to decide whether to tell Javelin or not.”

“How very kind of her,” Porenn said drily. “Now they want me to keep secrets from the chief of my own intelligence service.”

Vella’s eyes twinkled. “Liselle’s in a kind of difficult situation, Porenn,” she said. “I know that I drink too much and I swear a lot. That makes people think that I’m stupid, but I’m not. Nadrak women know the world, and I have very good eyes. I didn’t actually catch them at it, but I’d be willing to wager half the money I’ll get when Yarblek sells me that Silk and Liselle are keeping company.”

“Vella!”

“I couldn’t prove it, Porenn, but I know what I saw.” The Nadrak girl sniffed at her leather vest and made a sour face. “If it’s not too much trouble, I would really like to take a bath. I’ve been in the saddle for weeks. Horses are nice enough animals, I suppose, but I really don’t want to smell like one.”

Porenn’s mind was working very fast now; to give herself time to think, she rose and approached the wild Nadrak girl. “Have you ever worn satin, Vella?” she asked. “A gown, perhaps?”

“Satin? Me?” Vella laughed coarsely. “Nadraks never wear satin.”

“Then you might be the very first.” Queen Porenn reached out her small white hands and lifted Vella’s wealth of blue-black hair into a tumbled mass atop her head. “I’d give my soul for hair like that,” she murmured.

“I’ll trade you,” Vella offered. “Do you know what price I could bring if I were blond?”

“Hush, Vella,” Porenn said absently. “I’m trying to think.” She twined the girl’s hair loosely about her hands, startled at how alive it felt. Then she reached out, lifted Vella’s chin, and looked into her huge eyes. Something seemed to reach out and touch the Queen of Drasnia, and she suddenly knew the destiny of this half-wild child before her. “Oh, my dear,” she almost laughed, “what an amazing future you have in store for you. You’ll touch the sky, Vella, the very sky.”

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about, Porenn.”

“You will.” Porenn looked at the perfect face before her. “Yes,” she said, “satin, I think. Lavender would be nice.”

“I prefer red.”

“No, dear,” Porenn told her. “Red just wouldn’t do. It definitely has to be lavender.” She reached out and touched the girl’s ears. “And I think amethyst here and here.”

“What are you up to?”

“It’s a game, child. Drasnians are very good at games. And when I’m done, I’ll double your price.” Porenn was just a bit smug about it. “Bathe first, then let’s see what we can do with you.”

Vella shrugged. “As long as I can keep my daggers.”

“We’ll work that out.”

“Can you really do something with a lump like me?” Vella asked, almost plaintively.

“Trust me,” Porenn said, smiling. “Now go bathe, child. I have letters to read and decisions to make.”

After the Queen of Drasnia had read the letters, she summoned her butler and issued a couple of orders. “I want to speak with the Earl of Trellheim,” she said, “before he gets any drunker. I also need to talk with Javelin just as soon as he can get to the palace.”

It was perhaps ten minutes later when Barak appeared in her doorway. He was a bit bleary-eyed, and his vast red beard stuck out in all directions. Yarblek came with him.

“Put away your tankards, gentlemen,” Porenn said crisply. “There’s work to be done. Barak, is the Seabird ready to sail?”

“She’s always ready,” he said in an injured tone.

“Good. Then round up your sailors. You have a number of places to go. I’m calling a meeting of the Alorn Council. Get word to Anheg, Fulrach, and Brand’s son Kail at Riva. Stop off in Arendia and pick up Mandorallen and Lelldorin.” She pursed her lips. “Korodullin’s not well enough to travel, so bypass Vo Mimbre. He’d get out of his deathbed to attend if he knew what was going on. Go to Tol Honeth instead and get Varana. I’ll send word to Cho-Hag and Hettar myself. Yarblek, you go to Yar Nadrak and get Drosta. Leave Vella here with me.”

“But—”

“No buts, Yarblek. Do exactly as I say.”

“I thought you said this was a meeting of the Alorn Council, Porenn,” Barak objected. “Why are we inviting the Arends and the Tolnedrans—and the Nadraks?”

“We’ve got an emergency on our hands, Barak, and it concerns everybody.”

They stood staring stupidly at her.

She clapped her hands together sharply. “Quickly, gentlemen, quickly. We don’t have any time to waste.”





Urgit, High King of Cthol Murgos, sat on his garish throne in the Drojim Palace in Rak Urga. He was dressed in his favorite purple doublet and hose, he had one leg negligently cocked over the arm of the throne, and he was absently tossing his crown back and forth between his hands as he listened to the droning voice of Agachak, the cadaverous-looking Hierarch of Rak Urga. “It’s going to have to wait, Agachak,” he said finally. “I’m getting married next month.”

“This is a command of the Church, Urgit.”

“Wonderful. Give the Church my regards.”

Agachak looked taken a bit aback. “You don’t believe in anything now, do you, my King?”

“Not very much, no. Is this sick world we live in ready for atheism yet?”

For the first time in his life, Urgit saw doubt on the face of the Hierarch. “Atheism’s a clean place, Agachak,” he said, “a flat, gray, empty place where man makes his own destiny, and let the Gods go hang. I didn’t make them; they didn’t make me; and we’re quits on all of that. I wish them well, though.”

“This is unlike you, Urgit,” Agachak said.

“No, not really. I’m just tired of playing the clown.” He stretched out his leg and tossed his crown at his foot like a hoop. He caught it and kicked it back again. “You don’t really understand, do you, Agachak?” he said as he caught the crown out of midair.

The Hierarch of Rak Urga drew himself up. “This is not a request, Urgit. I’m not asking you.”

“Good. Because I’m not going.”

“I command you to go.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Do you realize to whom you’re talking?”

“Perfectly, old boy. You’re the same tiresome old Grolim who’s been boring me to tears ever since I inherited the throne from that fellow who used to chew on the carpets back in Rak Goska. Listen carefully, Agachak. I’ll use short words and simple sentences so that I don’t confuse you. I am not going to Mallorea. I’ve never had any intention of going to Mallorea. There’s nothing I want to see in Mallorea. There’s nothing I want to do there. I most definitely do not intend to put myself anywhere near Kal Zakath, and he’s gone back to Mal Zeth. Not only that, they have demons in Mallorea. Have you ever seen a demon, Agachak?”

“Once or twice,” the Hierarch replied sullenly.

“And you’re still going to Mallorea? Agachak, you’re as crazy as Taur Urgas was.”

“I can make you king of all of Angarak.”

“I don’t want to be king of all of Angarak. I don’t even want to be King of Cthol Murgos. All I want is to be left alone to contemplate the horror that’s about to descend on me.”

“Your marriage, you mean?” Agachak’s face grew sly. “You could evade that by coming to Mallorea with me.”

“Have I been going too fast for you, Agachak? A wife is bad enough. Demons are much worse. Did anybody ever tell you what that thing did to Chabat?” Urgit shuddered.

“I can protect you.”

Urgit laughed scornfully. “You, Agachak? You couldn’t even protect yourself. Even Polgara had to have help from a God to deal with that monster. Do you plan to resurrect Torak to give you a hand? Or maybe you could appeal to Aldur. He’s the one who helped Polgara. I don’t really think He’d like you, though. I don’t even like you, and I’ve known you all my life.”

“You go too far, Urgit.”

“No. Not far enough, Agachak. For centuries—eons, probably—you Grolims have held the upper hand in Cthol Murgos, but that was when Ctuchik was still alive, and Ctuchik is dead now. You did know about that, didn’t you, old boy? He tried his hand against Belgarath, and Belgarath disassembled him right down to the floor. I may be the only Murgo alive who’s ever met Belgarath and lived to talk about it. We’re actually on fairly good terms. Would you like to meet him? I could probably arrange an introduction, if you’d like.”

Agachak visibly shrank back.

“Much better, Agachak,” Urgit said smoothly. “I’m delighted at your grasp of the realities of the situation. Now, I’m certain that you can raise your hand and wiggle your fingers at me, but now I know how to recognize that sort of thing. I watched Belgarion rather closely while we were trotting across Cthaka last winter. If your hand moves even a fraction of an inch, you’re going to get about a bushel basket full of arrows right in the middle of the back. The archers are already in place, and their bows are already drawn. Give it some thought, Agachak—while you’re leaving.”

“This is not like you, Urgit,” Agachak said, his nostrils white with fury.

“I know. Delightful, isn’t it? You may go now, Agachak.”

The Hierarch spun on his heel and started toward the door.

“Oh, by the way, old boy,” Urgit added. “I’ve had news that our dear brother Gethel of Thulldom recently died—probably something he ate. Thulls eat almost anything that swims, flies, crawls, or spawns on rotten meat. It’s a pity, actually. Gethel was one of the few people in the world I could bully. Anyway, he’s been succeeded on the throne by his half-wit son, Nathel. I’ve met Nathel. He has the mentality of an earthworm, but he’s a true Angarak king. Why don’t you see if he wants to go to Mallorea with you? It might take you a while to explain to him where Mallorea is, since I think he believes that the world is flat, but I have every confidence in you, Agachak.” Urgit flipped his hand at the fuming Hierarch. “Run along now,” he said. “Go back to your temple and gut a few more Grolims. Maybe you can even get the fires started in your sanctum again. If nothing else, I’m sure it will calm your nerves.”

Agachak stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

Urgit doubled over, pounding on the arm of his throne and howling in glee.

Présentation de l'éditeur

Here is the epic conclusion of David Eddings’s enthralling series The Malloreon–two magnificent novels in one volume. This monumental fantasy follows the story of two age-old opposing destinies locked in a seven-thousand-year war for control of the world, its gods, and its men. Indeed the victor will determine nothing less than the fate of all creation.

Troubles mount as King Garion, Belgarath, and Polgara pursue Zandramas, the Child of Dark, across the known world. The wicked creature has abducted the King’s infant son for sinister purposes. If Garion and his companions cannot reach the Place Which Is No More, as the Seeress of Kell has warned, then Zandramas will use Garion’s son in a rite that will raise the Dark Prophecy to eternal dominion over the universe. Only the Seeress of Kell can reveal the mysterious locale, but first Garion and Polgara must fulfill an ancient prophecy in the mountain fastness of the Seers. Although Kell is closed to Zandramas, her dark magic can forcefully extract the intelligence she needs from one of Garion’s party. Setting traps and dispatching her foul minions, she is determined to claim the world for the Dark Prophecy. But Garion will let nothing stand between himself and his son. . . .


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  • Broché: 528 pages
  • Editeur : Del Rey; Édition : New edition (30 août 2005)
  • Collection : The Malloreon
  • Langue : Anglais
  • ISBN-10: 0345483871
  • ISBN-13: 978-0345483874
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David Eddings, né en 1931 dans l'Etat de Washington, a publié son premier roman en 1973. D'abord employé chez Boeing, il démissionna, fit un petit détour par l'enseignement, puis se retrouva... directeur d'un supermarché à Denver. Refroidi par un hold-up suivi d'une fusillade, il abandonna son poste, revint chez lui, à Spokane, et décida de se consacrer à la littérature.
Leigh Eddings, son épouse, qui avait commencé une carrière dans l'armée de l'air, collaborait depuis toujours à ses romans. Elle s'occupait plus particulièrement des personnages féminins et de la fin des romans ! Et cela fonctionnait à merveille puisque David Eddings est best-seller depuis 20 ans aux USA et a également déclenché une véritable passion à l'étranger, notamment en France avec ses deux cycles cultes : La Belgariade et La Mallorée.
Le célèbre couple-roi de la fantasy a de nouveau figuré sur les listes des best-sellers avec Le Réveil des anciens dieux, premier volume de la tétralogie Les Rêveurs.
Leigh Eddings s'est éteinte en février 2007 à l'âge de 69 ans, suivi en 2009 par son époux âgé de soixante-dix-sept ans.

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NICE EDITION: SAVE SOME SHELF SPACE 15 novembre 2008
Par D. Blankenship - Publié sur Amazon.com
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This is of course a combination of the first three books which make up "The Melloreon," which is the continuation of the five books that made up "The Belgariad." In this one volume you get Gardians fo the West, King of the Murgos and Demon Lord of Karanda. This is actually a pretty good deal as it does save some space. On the other hand, the print in this edition is smaller than normal and if your eyes are getting as old as mine, then this is something to consider. That is really the only gripe I have about this particular book.

As has been pointed out by many, many reviewers, these books are not "high literature," and in fact are completely filled with errors from the first book to the last. That is not a problem though. As I have pointed out in other reviews on this series, these books are simply fun to read. The plot is simple and to be honest, The Melloreon is just another version of The Belgariad, only told just a bit differently. Again, this is okay, they are still fun. I read these books purely for the relaxation. I know the characters as I have read the books several times, could care less about the plot, and don't rally have to give any deep thought to the reading process. Now don't get me wrong, it would be horrible to have an absolute steady diet of this stuff, but to read these books between heavier works sort of acts as a cleaning agent.

For a light read that is purely for entertainment, you cannot go wrong. You must start though with the first book in The Belagriad which is the Pawn of Prophecy, and read all the books in order our you will never know what is going on. After reading the first book in the two series, and if you find you do not like it, then drop them and don't waste your time as you get about ten books of the same.

Personally, I love this entire series and plan to keep reading them even as I wear copy after copy out.

Don Blankenship
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A good read! 27 septembre 2005
Par Armchair Interviews - Publié sur Amazon.com
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I read the two books that are contained in this single volume when they were originally released. It was difficult waiting the 12-18 months between volumes. Each book is well-written, fast-paced, resolves things for the reader -- and then creates another dilemma which leaves the reader hanging -- until the next book hit the bookstores.

The Malloreon Epic Series is the sequel to the equally gripping trilogy, The Belgariad. Eddings creates a mythical world -- the kingdoms of the West and the Angaraks and populates it with noble people you will come to love -- and villains you will justly despise. Good is represented by Garion, farm boy turned warrior king, Belagarath, the 7,000 year old immortal sorcerer, and Belgarath's daughter, the Sorceress Polgara.

Garion becomes King of Riva after slaying the evil God Torak. You will admire his sense of justice and right and wrong as the series evolves. Garion and his wife, Queen CeNedra have an infant son who is kidnapped by Zandramas, the Child of Dark. If he cannot be rescued the boy will be used in a ritual that will make Dark Destiny supreme forever.

In these final two volumes Garion and his companions must reach The Place Which is No More to rescue Garion's son and prevent the Dark Prophecy from being fulfilled. The Seeress of Kell is the only one who can reveal the location, but first Garion and Polgara must fulfill an ancient prophecy.

And the more that Garion and his party learn and accomplish in order to defeat Zandramas, save the world, and rescue the Garion's son, the more they are at risk of having Zandrama's dark magic extract what the group has learned by entering the mind of one of them.

Once again Eddings has continues to spin story lines that keep you reading past the time when you'd promised yourself you would stop. And because the series is now complete you don't have to ration yourself because it will be a long wait for the next installment -- read on, the next and final installment is in the back of the volume.

I highly recommend this series to anyone who loves to see good triumph over evil and sacrifice justly rewarded.

Armchair Interviews says: These are novels that won't disappoint you.
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Entertaining, inexpensive and practical :) 21 septembre 2005
Par M. B. Alcat - Publié sur Amazon.com
Format: Broché Achat vérifié
This edition compiles the two last books in "The Malloreon" series, "Sorceress of Darshiva" and "The Seeress of Kell". In my opinion, those books are a fitting conclusion to the adventures of Belgarion and his friends, and will leave you eager to read more.

Belgarion, the Child of Light, is still seeking the clues in order to know where to meet Zandramas, the Child of Darkness. Along the way, his former enemy Zakath (the Emperor of Mallorea) and some other unlikely companions will join his cause. Cyradis, the seeress of Kell will also be part of this journey, at the end of which she will have to choose between two new Childs of light and Darkness, in an event that will involve the fate of our friends but also that of the rest of the world.

In my opinion, buying "The Malloreon: volume two" is a great idea, because it is an inexpensive and practical way of getting hold of the last two volumes in "The Malloreon" series. This volume doesn't take up too much space, but contains wonderful adventures that will keep you entertained, and laughing. On the whole, highly recommended :)

Belen Alcat

PS: If you are one of the many fans that already read the series but wants to buy an extra copy of their very well-read books (my case), do it, but don't forget that Eddings also has other excellent series. I specially recommend the Elenium triology.
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Great Reading 13 novembre 2006
Par Jaime Ramkissoon - Publié sur Amazon.com
Format: Broché
I was introduced to this series a couple of years ago and I've been in love with it ever since. I can't believe I never came across it sooner. Of course now that I've read it I come across it in book stores all the time now. This series is a beautiful series for all readers. I wouldn't limit it to fantasy lovers because it is simply a terrific series. It has everything you can ever want to read in a book - humour, fear, action and satisfaction that good does indeed have a say in what goes on in the world. The characters come alive in your head without even trying, the storyline is addictive so it's best to either buy all the books in the series from the start or make plans to get it as soon as you can.

It was great to get these books in 4 books instead of 10. I still re-read this series and I've recently bought them as christmas presents. It's an excellant buy for any avid reader or even for those you might want to encourage to read. For all those who do buy this series, check out Belgarath and Polgara - the companion editions.
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Almost as good as the Belgariad 9 juillet 2012
Par Jade Kerrion - Publié sur Amazon.com
Format: Broché
Our humble Garion from Belgariad fame is now Belgarion, Lord of the Western Sea, Overlord of the West, and Godslayer. His infant son is kidnapped and Belgarion must recover the child before his son becomes a dark god. (I'm still trying to figure out why it's such a bad thing to have a son who's a god--dark, light, it's all just variations on a theme, right?)

Anyway, in the Mallorean, Garion once again sets out on a cross-continental journey, this time to save his son. He is accompanied by beloved old friends, Belgarath, Polgara, Durnik, and Silk. We're also introduced to many new friends, including Zakath, Sadi, Liselle, Beldin, and Eriond. The Mallorean draws readers into the kingdoms of the East and their unique political systems, contrasting them--often sharply--to the kingdoms of the West. Yet, in the end, we find that people are more alike than different, and that there is plenty of common ground on which to meet. (That's the feel-good takeaway from the Mallorean.)

I enjoyed the Mallorean, though not as much as the Belgariad. In the Belgariad, we watched with hope and wonder as Garion came into his power and claimed his birthright. The themes are darker and more desperate in the Mallorean, certainly not as bubble-gummy. Still, it's a thoroughly enjoyable series and highly recommended for high fantasy fans.

This is a review for the Mallorean Book 1 and 2.

The Malloreon, Vol. 1 (Books 1-3): Guardians of the West, King of the Murgos, Demon Lord of Karanda

The Malloreon, Vol. 2 (Books 4 & 5): Sorceress of Darshiva, The Seeress of Kell
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