La vida de Rand Al'Thor y sus amigos en Campo de Emond ha resultado bastante monótona hasta que una joven misteriosa llega al pueblo. Moraine, una maga capaz de encauzar el Poder Único, anuncia el despertar de una terrible amenaza.Esa misma noche, el pueblo se ve atacado por espantosos trollocs sedientos de sangre, unas bestias semihumanas que hasta entonces se habían considerado una leyenda. Mientras Campo de Emond soporta la ofensiva, Moraine y su guardián ayudan a Rand y a sus amigos a escapar.… (más)
sandstone78: Epic fantasy that breaks out of the Tolkien mold more than the Wheel of Time, but retains the large cast, the mythic overtones, and the vast worldbuilding.
La vida de Rand Al’Thor y sus amigos en Campo de Emond ha resultado bastante monótona hasta que una joven misteriosa llega al pueblo. Moraine, una maga capaz de encauzar el Poder Único, anuncia el despertar de una terrible amenaza. Esa misma noche, el pueblo se ve atacado por espantosos trollocs sedientos de sangre, unas bestias semihumanas que hasta entonces se habÃan considerado una leyenda. Mientras Campo de Emond soporta la ofensiva, Moraine y su guardián ayudan a Rand y a sus amigos a escapar.
And the shadow fell upon the Land, and the World was riven stone from stone. The oceans fled, and the mountains were swallowed up, and the nations were scattered to the eight corners of the World. The moon was as blood, and the sun was as ashes. The seas boiled, and the living envied the dead. All was shattered, and all but memory lost, and one memory above all others, of him who brought the Shadow and the Breaking of the World. And him they named Dragon.
(from Aleth nin Taerin alta Camora, The Breaking of the World. Author unknown, the Fourth Age)
And it came to pass in those days, as it had come before and would come again, that the Dark lay heavy on the land and weighed down the hearts of men, and the green things failed, and hope died. And men cried out to the Creator, saying, O Light of the Heavens, Light of the World, let the Promised One be born of the mountain, according to the prophecies, as he was in ages past and will be in ages to come. Let the Prince of the Morning sing to the land that green things will grow and the valleys give forth lambs. Let the arm of the Lord of the Dawn shelter us from the Dark, and the great sword of justice defend us. Let the Dragon ride again on the winds of time. (from Charal Drianaan te Calamon, The Cycle of the Dragon. Author unknown, the Fourth Age)
The palace still shook occasionally as the earth rumbled in memory, groaned as if it would deny what had happened. (Prologue)
The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose in the Mountains of the Mist. The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginning nor endings to turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was a beginning. (Chapter One)
La vida de Rand Al'Thor y sus amigos en Campo de Emond ha resultado bastante monótona hasta que una joven misteriosa llega al pueblo. Moraine, una maga capaz de encauzar el Poder Único, anuncia el despertar de una terrible amenaza.Esa misma noche, el pueblo se ve atacado por espantosos trollocs sedientos de sangre, unas bestias semihumanas que hasta entonces se habían considerado una leyenda. Mientras Campo de Emond soporta la ofensiva, Moraine y su guardián ayudan a Rand y a sus amigos a escapar.