Very good! 91 3

I had great pleasure in finding the pen of these two authors. The style of David Eddings and his wife is still fluid and humorous, dialogue is still as tasty. The pages appear to scroll faster than we do the bed Besides, I have struggled to hold me and I am in fact already arrived at the fifth book when I write to you again and again pushing back the time to write this column (and that of Volume 4 !). I enjoyed the passage that I put you extracted, but some spread Silk made me bidonner me alone, especially one where they are flying and bouncing!

The story is still as involved in my taste, especially as our heroes arrive in enemy territory. This volume marks the very middle of the cycle and announces the change of course of the adventure. The action is of course at the rendezvous: we accoquine of some critters not very charming with really charming villains or with really funny monarchs.

The characters are always treated as the reader learns to know them better and clings, if it is not already. They all have a small moment of glory that allows the reader to appreciate them all. Moreover we discover still new. My favorites are always Ce'Nedra and Polgara that have always been a model for me (my poor man), not forgetting our very tasty Silk which has pride of place with its share of dialogue. Garion becomes less painful now that he has more or less agreed to be what it is ... but it is far from suspecting what awaits ...

In short, a third volume still good with action, exquisite dialogues and cared characters that develop through the pages. Besides, I leave you, I must return it ^^

an excerpt:
His power was associated with a precise feel, he remembered now: heaviness behind the head, a kind of pressure on the front. He closed his eyes and it seemed that it was going a little better. It came. Not loud, but it was coming; it was like a wave rising in him. He remembered something and slipped a hand under his tunic to lay the mark of his palm on his amulet. Amplified by this contact, his mental energy became a powerful roar that went crescendo. He got up without opening his eyes, then opened them and leveled an implacable look on the recalcitrant rock.
- You're moving! he muttered.
Still holding his amulet, he held out his left hand, palm upward.
- Now! he said with a fierce tone, raising his hand slowly.
The force that was in him began to gain momentum, and the roar that filled his head became deafening.
Slowly, the edge of the rock came out of the grass. Worms, larvae living quietly holed up in black fled in panic by sunlight. The rock rose from throughout its mass, obeying the hand inexorably raising Garion. She hesitated a moment at the corner of its flat part and slowly toppled sideways.
He felt drained after trying to lift the rock with his muscles, but that was nothing compared to the mortal weariness that fills the marrow to the depths when he released his will. He folded his arms on the grass and rested his head on it.
After a moment, this fact began to seem strange. It was still standing, yet her arms were crossed before him comfortably on the grass. He hurriedly lifted his head and looked around in confusion. He had indeed moved the rock. That much was clear: the stone was now placed on its rounded top, moist underneath upturned. Only it happened otherwise. He was not touched, but it still rested on him with all its weight when it was raised above the ground, and the strength that he had directed them she was not engaged in whole.
Garion realized with despair that he was buried up to his armpits in the land of the prairie.
- How am I gonna get out of there, me? he wondered there, aghast.