David Zindell crafted a glorious fantasy in The Lightstone, an epic tale of good versus evil...and how far a man will go to save his world without destroying all he loves. The quest continues in The Silver Sword.

On the island continent of Ea it is a dark time of chaos and war. Morjin, the evil Lord of Lies, seeks to enslave the entire world. Land after land falls under his evil power. The one thing that has the potential to destroy him is an object that has been lost for ages: the Lightstone. 

 

The call to seek this stone was sent out by one of the few major rulers still free of Morjin's grip to all those who oppose the dreaded sorcerer.

 

One who answered this call was Valashu Elahad, the seventh and youngest Valeri prince of the royal house of Mesh. Val and his stalwart companions have braved many dangers and fought many battles in their search for this elusive totem.

 

It looks as if their quest may be at an end and a great victory shimmers on the horizon. But not all images are real. Is the Lightstone within Val's grasp or has he embarked upon a road too horrible to conceive?

Praise

"Fans of Terry Goodkind, Greg Keyes, and Steven Erickson will find much to like."

--Publishers Weekly on The Silver Sword

About the Author(s)

David Zindell

David Zindell's short story "Shanidar" was a prize-winning entry in the L. Ron Hubbard Writers of the Future contest. In addition to The Lightstone and The Silver Sword, he is the author of several critically acclaimed novels: Neverness, The Broken God, and The Wild. He resides in Colorado.

David Zindell's Website

Excerpt

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The angels, it is written, at the beginning of time sang into creation the stars. With the aid of the Lightstone, their golden voices brought forth out of the black void Solaru, Aras, Varshara, and a million other bright bursts of fire. I have heard the stars sing back. All men and women can apprehend the heavens’ music as well as the angels, but who can hold inside such blazing, infinite songs? Only one, I believe, who finds the golden Cup of Heaven in which to contain their light, in whatever place on earth this greatest of all gelstei has been lost.

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