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By Paul Stewart, Chris Riddell

Unique e-book: 2004 in nice Britian via Doubleday


Fleeing from the ruins of latest Undertown, Rook Barkwater and his colleagues—the librarian knights, Felix Lodd and his banderbear friends—must lead the escaping inhabitants to a brand new existence within the loose Glades. yet perils aplenty are forward for the crowd—not to say a few goblins with plans in their personal. this can be the dramatic and fascinating end to the Rook Barkwater trilogy that takes the reader on a exciting trip around the Edgeworld.

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I do know, I know,’ stated Xanth wearily. ‘But i am so drained. ’ He sighed. ‘And then I turned his assistant. Me, assistant to the excessive dad or mum of evening himself, Orbix Xaxis! all of it sounds like a dream to me now…’ nobody had slept good that evening at the rocky pavement. the floor underneath them used to be too challenging, and it was once chilly, with the howling wind cutting in the course of the air like ice-scythes. lengthy prior to the solar had even risen, all people within the immense multitude had already packed up their assets and tethered themselves jointly in strains, prepared for the daunting trip forward. Felix and the Ghosts of Screetown had ushered them to the 5 nice library carts and, as they would walked earlier, each one in flip have been passed a barkscroll, a treatise, a tome; one tiny a part of the full library. Now, because the solar rose slowly – creamy-white at the back of the dense, swirling mist – they have been marching on, their elon-gated shadows stretched out in entrance of them. A low babble of voices echoed above the clatter of cartwheels because the pairs of Undertowners indulged in feverish conversations, worried that none of them should still fall prey to the Edgelands' phantasms. of their midst, the librarians marched, with Rook and Xanth nonetheless deep of their personal dialog. ‘And that steel muzzle he wore,’ acknowledged Rook, chuckling. ‘What was once all that approximately? ’ Xanth smiled weakly. ‘Orbix Xaxis used to be a creature of many superstitions,’ he stated. ‘He in simple terms bathed via the whole moon. He by no means ate tilder if there has been an “r” within the month. And he believed that the air was once nonetheless jam-packed with the “vile contagion” which had introduced stone-sickness to the sting. ’ ‘He blamed the librarians for stone-sickness, did not he? ’ Rook further. ‘Believed we might introduced it again from the Deepwoods. Is that why he killed such a lot of folks? ’ ‘He was once mad, I become aware of that now,’ acknowledged Xanth, his face drawn and stressful. He shuddered. ‘Oh, these accursed Purification Ceremonies of his. I dread to imagine what percentage Undertowners and librarians have been sacrificed to the rock demons. And for what? ’ He shook his head, leaving the query placing in mid air. ‘Orbix Xaxis was once mad very well, Sky curse his depraved soul …’ ‘Xanth,’ Rook gasped, having a look around uneasily, part anticipating to determine the spirit of the excessive mother or father himself rising from the mists. ‘Careful what you assert, the following of all areas. ’ The wind that were howling always when you consider that they first stepped directly to the rocky pavement had now died down, and a heavy swirling fog had descended like a white blanket. ‘This jogs my memory of whilst i used to be a young'un,’ stated Rook, nonetheless endeavouring to maintain speaking, regardless of the chilly, suffocating mist that tightened approximately them. ‘There was once this outdated forgotten cistern within the sewers. i might reduce myself into it, pull the head close over my head and spend hours there, tucked up and hidden, with just a lantern and a smuggled treatise for company…’ He frowned. ‘Xanth? ’ he acknowledged, involved that his pal was once letting his brain stray. ‘Are you listening? ’ ‘Oh, yes,’ stated Xanth, his voice uninteresting. in the back of them, Ambris Loppix's voice may well in actual fact be heard.

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