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Eragon by Christopher Paolini |
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En una tierra legendaria, que recuerda las grandes creaciones de J.R.R. Tolkien, la inquietud crece y amenaza con desatar un conflicto de enormes proporciones. Entretanto, un muchacho, mientras pasea por el bosque, encuentra una hermosa joya que cambiar? por completo su destino y quiz? tambi?n el del pa?s donde vive. Cuando la guerra est? a punto de estallar, una noche la piedra preciosa se rompe, dando inicio al fant?stico viaje que conducir? a este joven en medio del fragor de las batallas, desafiando el metal de las armaduras y los oscuros prop?sitos del enemigo. Sin embargo, ?l tambi?n conocer? la amistad y el hero?smo. M?s a?n, llegar? a convertirse en el jinete de Saphira, una temible dragona, que lo acompa?ar? en sus formidables aventuras. Eragon, el nombre del joven h?roe, es el t?tulo del primer libro de la serie El legado. Prologue Shade of Fear Wind howled through the night, carrying a scent that would change the world. A tall Shade lifted his head and sniffed the air. He looked human except for his crimson hair and maroon eyes. He blinked in surprise. The message had been correct; they were here. Or was it a trap? He weighed the odds, then said icily, “Spread out; hide behind trees and bushes. Stop whoever is coming . . . or die.” Around him shuffled twelve Urgals with short swords and round iron shields painted with black symbols. They resembled men with bowed legs and thick, brutish arms made for crushing. A pair of twisted horns grew above their small ears. The monsters hurried into the brush, grunting as they hid. Soon the rustling quieted and the forest was silent again. The Shade peered around a thick tree and looked up the trail. It was too dark for any human to see, but for him the faint moonlight was like sunshine streaming between the trees; every detail was clear and sharp to his searching gaze. He remained unnaturally quiet, a long pale sword in his hand. A wire-thin scratch curved down the blade. The weapon was thin enough to slip between a pair of ribs, yet stout enough to hack through the hardest armor. The Urgals could not see as well as the Shade; they groped like blind beggars, fumbling with their weapons. An owl screeched, cutting through the silence. No one relaxed until the bird flew past. Then the monsters shivered in the cold night; one snapped a twig with his heavy boot. The Shade hissed in anger, and the Urgals shrank back, motionless. He suppressed his distaste—they smelled like fetid meat—and turned away. They were tools, nothing more. The Shade forced back his impatience as the minutes became hours. The scent must have wafted far ahead of its owners. He did not let the Urgals get up or warm themselves. He denied himself those luxuries, too, and stayed behind the tree, watching the trail. Another gust of wind rushed through the forest. The smell was stronger this time. Excited, he lifted a thin lip in a snarl. “Get ready,” he whispered, his whole body vibrating. The tip of his sword moved in small circles. It had taken many plots and much pain to bring himself to this moment. It would not do to lose control now. Eyes brightened under the Urgals’ thick brows, and they gripped their weapons tighter. Ahead of them, the Shade heard a clink as something hard struck a loose stone. Faint smudges emerged from the darkness and came down the trail. Three white horses with riders cantered toward the ambush, their heads held high and proud, their coats rippling in the moonlight like liquid silver. On the first horse was an elf with pointed ears and elegantly slanted eyebrows. His build was slim but strong, like a rapier. A powerful bow was slung on his back. A sword pressed against his side opposite a quiver of arrows fletched with swan feathers. The last rider had the same fair face and angled features as the other. He carried a long spear in his right hand and a white dagger at his belt. A helm of extraordinary craftsmanship, wrought with amber and gold, rested on his head. Between these two rode a raven-haired elven lady, who surveyed her surroundings with poise. Framed by long black locks, her deep eyes shone with a driving force. Her clothes were unadorned, yet her beauty was undiminished. At her side was a sword, and on her back a long bow with a quiver. She carried in her lap a pouch that she frequently looked at, as if to reassure herself that it was still there. One of the elves spoke quietly, but the Shade could not hear what was said. The lady answered with obvious authority, and her guards switched places. The one wearing the helm took the lead, shifting his spear to a readier grip. They passed the Shade’s hiding place and the first few Urgals without suspicion. The Shade was alre Fifteen-year-old Eragon believes that he is merely a poor farm boy—until his destiny as a Dragon Rider is revealed. Gifted with only an ancient sword, a loyal dragon, and sage advice from an old storyteller, Eragon is soon swept into a dangerous tapestry of magic, glory, and power. Now his choices could save—or destroy—the Empire. This deluxe edition of Eragon includes an excerpt from Eldest, the next volume in the Inheritance trilogy; an exclusive foldout map of Alaga?sia; never-before-seen art by the author depicting Zar’roc, Eragon’s sword; and an expanded pronunciation guide to the Ancient and Dwarf languages. “An authentic work of great talent.”—The New York Times Book Review “Christopher Paolini make[s] literary magic with his precocious debut.”—People H “Unusual, powerful, fresh, and fluid.”—Booklist, Starred “An auspicious beginning to both career and series.”—Publishers Weekly A New York Times Bestseller A USA Today Bestseller A Wall Street Journal Bestseller A Book Sense Bestseller From the Hardcover edition. A #1 New York Times Bestseller 2004 Book Sense Book of the Year A USA Today Bestseller A #1 Publishers Weekly Bestseller A Wall Street Journal Bestseller A Book Sense Bestseller “Full praise to Eragon, and I want more! A winner . . . tip of the hat to young master Paolini.”—Anne McCaffrey, author of The Dragonriders of Pern series “Christopher Paolini make[s] literary magic with his precocious debut.”—People “An authentic work of great talent . . . I found myself dreaming about it at night, and reaching for it as soon as I woke.” ─Liz Rosenberg, The New York Times Book Review “Unusual, powerful . . . fresh and fluid. An impressive start to a writing career that’s sure to flourish.” —Booklist, Starred “An auspicious beginning to both career and series.”—Publishers Weekly “Will appeal to legions of readers who have been captivated by the Lord of the Rings trilogy.”—School Library Journal From the Trade Paperback edition. |
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