Children of Amarid (Lon Tobyn Chronicles #1)

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A thousand years ago in Tobyn-Ser, Amarid and Theron discovered magical crystals that enabled them to bond with hawks to produce powerful magic. together, they started an order, dedicating themselves to using their powers to help their people. Theron was expelled from the Order for abusing his power, but ever since, the Children of Amarid have faithfully upheld their vow using their power selflessly to protect the land and its people.

Now the idyllic peace of Tobyn-Ser has been ...

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Overview

A thousand years ago in Tobyn-Ser, Amarid and Theron discovered magical crystals that enabled them to bond with hawks to produce powerful magic. together, they started an order, dedicating themselves to using their powers to help their people. Theron was expelled from the Order for abusing his power, but ever since, the Children of Amarid have faithfully upheld their vow using their power selflessly to protect the land and its people.

Now the idyllic peace of Tobyn-Ser has been shattered by news of mages destroying crops, burning villages, and murdering innocents. Rumor even say that Theron may have returned from the dead to wreak vengeance on Tobyn-Ser an the Order that spurned him.

uncovering the truth about the renegade mages and restoring peace to the sundered land will take a young but powerful Hawk-Mage named Jaryd across the length and breadth of Tobyn-Ser, a journey he must complete before it's too late to save the Order...and the world.

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"Excellent!"--Anne McCaffrey

"Coe is a natural-born storyteller. Sit back and enjoy the journey!"--Sherwood Smth

Publishers Weekly - Cahners\\Publishers_Weekly
Jaryd dreams of water; soon a missing boy is found drowned. Further prophetic dreams follow, and before long Jaryd learns that he is destined to be one of the Children of Amarid, a Hawk-Mage, bound to a fighting hawk and armed with a magical staff. In Coe's first novel, the land of Tobyn-Ser has been at peace for many years, watched over by its benevolent mages. Now, however, mysterious vandals and killers are abroad; dressed like mages, they carry great, evil-looking birds on their shoulders. The people of Tobyn-Ser, who have long considered the Children their protectors, are beginning to reject and fear them. When Jaryd and his uncle, the Owl-Master Baden, arrive at the Gathering of Mages, everything is in an uproar. Has one of the Children gone rogue? Could this evil have been perpetrated by the unruly spirit of a wicked, long-dead mage? It falls to Jaryd, Baden and a small troop of their fellows to travel south to Theron's Grove, where the dangerous spirit of such a mage dwells. There they hope to defeat the danger facing their land, or to die trying. Coe writes well and creates engaging characters, but his plot lacks originality and he shows little flair for depicting the macabre and magical. His spirit mages come across as petulant rather than terrifying, and his magical battles have a comic-book feel to them.
VOYA - Diane G. Yates
For a thousand years, the Children of Amarid have followed in the footsteps of the founder of their Order, Amarid, by protecting their land and its peoples. Their magic allows them to bind with birds and become Hawk-Mages and Owl-Masters. But now, it seems as if some of the Children have turned from good to evil; villages are burned and many innocent people have been slaughtered by those wearing the distinctive cloaks of the Order. A young and inexperienced mage, Jaryd, and his uncle, Baden, are among the small group that volunteers to visit the dreaded woods where the discredited shade of Amarid's former companion Theron lurks, to try to find out the true source of the destruction and killing. What they find is a traitor to the Order whose cunning nearly destroys them. But even worse is the discovery that the traitor is in league with outlanders whose society is based not on magic but on mechanization. And those outlanders are determined to conquer the land. By the end of Book I, the traitor in their midst has been neutralized, but they still must face the outlanders and their technology. Many tried and true elements of fantasy are to be found here. There is the young hero, unsure and uncertain but whose future great power is already apparent. There is the quest; there is the bonding between man and beast (in this case, a bird); there is the tension between older, more cautious members and younger, more impetuous ones; and there is the magic. And soon, there will be the struggle between magic and technology. Nothing new, yet it is put together pleasantly enough, and the speculation of just how Coe will present the struggle makes the reader want to finish the chronicle. VOYA Codes: 3Q 2P J S (Readable without serious defects, For the YA with a special interest in the subject, Junior High-defined as grades 7 to 9 and Senior High-defined as grades 10 to 12).
Realms of Fantasy
A journey of delightful reading.
Kirkus Reviews
First of a sword-and-sorcery series in which, a thousand years ago, Amarid and Theron founded a magical order whose new members become mages by acquiring bird familiars (necessary for the magic to work), staffs, and ceryll crystals, which focus and project the magic. Now, someone impersonating a mage is spreading death and destruction across Tobyn-Ser, so confidence in the real Children of Amarid collapses. The mage Baden, accepting his nephew Jaryd as apprentice, heads for a big meeting of the Children, hoping to discuss the matter and determine who's behind it. But the mages are argumentative and complacent, agreeing on little, so Baden arranges a dangerous trek to consult Theron's huffy ghost (a task no one has survived). Afterward, the powerful mage Sartol, a traitor secretly in league with invaders using advanced technology to counterfeit magic powers, claims that Baden's the traitor and that Jaryd was killed by Theron's ghost!

The birds are merely a nuisance; otherwise, this hardworking if glum and unambitious debut might just—but only just—keep a nostril above the flood of mediocre fantasy currently sloshing about.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780812552546
  • Publisher: Doherty, Tom Associates, LLC
  • Publication date: 6/15/1998
  • Series: Lon Tobyn Chronicle Series , #1
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: REISSUE
  • Pages: 608
  • Product dimensions: 7.00 (w) x 10.00 (h) x 2.00 (d)

Meet the Author

David B. Coe is the author of the bestselling fantasy series Winds of the Forelands, Blood of the Southlands, and The LonTobyn Chronicles. He won the William L. Crawford Award for Best First Fantasy or Fantasy Series for Children of Amarid and its sequel, The Outlanders. He also wrote the novelization of the Ridley Scott production of Robin Hood. Coe grew up in the suburbs around New York City. He received his undergrad degree from Brown University and his Ph.D. in history from Stanford University. He lives with his wife and two daughters in Sewanee, Tennessee.

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Gerek awoke with first light, rose, and dressed quietly. He kissed his wife, who stirred slightly before turning over and going back to sleep. Then he stepped noiselessly to the next room, where his son slept. Gerek smiled when he saw the boy, still asleep, sprawled ridiculously in his bed. Kori's small feet rested on the pillow and his head leaned against the wall. Gerek sat down on the bed by his son and shook the boy gently.
"Kori. Kori," he called softly. "I'm going to the island to pick some shan leaf. Do you want to come along? Or do you want to sleep some more?"
The boy turned over and yawned, his eyes still closed. "I want to go with you," he replied sleepily.
"All right," Gerek continued in the same hushed tone. "Then you have to get up now."
"All right," Kori answered, although his eyes remained closed.
His father laughed quietly.
A moment later, the boy opened his eyes and yawned again. His father helped him out of bed, dressed him, and led him by the hand out to the common room.
"Do you want something to eat now, or do you want to wait until we get back?" Gerek whispered.
The boy considered the question for a moment, his face, still puffy from sleep, wearing a thoughtful expression. "I think I'm hungry now," he said at last. His father held a finger to his lips indicating that he should speak quietly. "Can I have a piece of sweet bread?" Kori continued in a whisper.
Gerek nodded and stepped lightly into the pantry. He returned with two pieces of the soft bread, giving one to his son and biting into the other himself. When they finished eating, both man and boy donned heavy brown overshirts and silently left the house.
The early morning air felt cool and damp, and the briny scent of the nearby harbor lay heavy over the village. The sky was azure, and the first rays of sunlight cast elongated shadows in front of them as they crossed through the village and down to the shore. When they reached the waterfront they walked among the small, wooden boats that sat on the sandy beach until they reached the dugout Gerek had fashioned the previous spring. In the boat lay three wooden paddles, two of them full sized, and one of them, clearly intended for Kori, half the size of the others. Kori removed his paddle and one of the larger ones, struggling slightly with the latter, and his father pushed the dugout along the sand until it glided onto the glasslike surface of the harbor. There, he held it still, allowing Kori to climb in and move to the front. Then Gerek took his place at the stern and began to paddle away from the shore.
A fine mist, rising slowly from the water's surface, parted and swirled past the sides of the dugout as the small boat glided toward a large, wooded island half a mile from the shore. The island's trees were mottled with numerous shades of green, their leaves still young with the spring. Thin strands of steam curled over the wooded island like fingers on some ghostly hand. Beyond the island, in the distance, a thick fog lay like a blanket over the pale, green rise of the Lower Horn.
In the prow of the little boat, Kori paddled, smoothly shifting the oar from side to side the way his father had taught him. Gerek smiled and shook his head. It's not possible, he thought to himself, watching the boy, that he can already be five years old. Where do the years go?
"You're paddling well, Kori," he called. "We'll have you sitting back here and steering soon."
Kori turned to look at his father, a proud smile on his young, sunlit face. Then the boy faced forward again and began to paddle with even more determination than before. Again, Gerek smiled.
When they reached the island, the man steered the boat around to a small beach at the south end, hopped out of the dugout, and pushed it up onto the shore. Kori climbed out of the boat and, together, he and his father moved into the forest.
A narrow, worn path, one the man and boy had taken before, wound among the maples, oaks, elms, and aspens, climbing steeply away from the beach before leveling off several hundred feet into the woods. Sunlight slanted through the trees, casting shafts of alternating light and shadow through the smokelike mist that permeated the forest. The drumming of a woodpecker echoed through the woods, and a thrush sang from a hidden perch.
Gerek and Kori began searching along the lush floor of the wood for the tiny, velvet-blue shan leaves for which they had come. One usually smelled shan before seeing it. It grew low to the ground, snaking inconspicuously among the leaf litter and other shrubs. But it had a distinctive sweet, cool fragrance that only hinted at its full flavor. Many in western Tobyn-Ser used the dried leaves as a seasoning, and some even chewed the leaves as they found them. In higher concentrations, steamed shan had medicinal value, and, in all forms, it was a popular and precious market item. Gerek planned to trade most of what they found this morning with an Abboriji trader who had promised in return to deliver several yards of a fabric that Shayla had admired. They could never have afforded such material simply on what they earned from Gerek's fishing and Shayla's basketry. Gerek had told Shayla as much. But, with this shan…Gerek smiled to himself; he couldn't wait to see the expression on Shayla's face.
He and Kori moved slowly through the forest, filling their sacks with leaves, the boy covering the area to the right of the path, Gerek harvesting the leaves to the left. After nearly an hour, Gerek returned to the trail and called to his son.
"How are you doing, Kori?"
"Fine," the boy called back. A moment later he stood breathlessly in front of his father. "Look how much I got!" Kori opened his sack, which was nearly filled with blue leaves. Their aroma seemed to permeate the forest.
"That's great," Gerek said, "but let's leave a few for next time, all right?"
"All right. I'm hungry anyway."
"Again?" the man asked with mock amazement.
The boy nodded and laughed, and the two of them began to make their way back through the forest toward the boat. They had only taken a few steps, however, when Gerek heard something moving in the woods behind them. He turned and saw, through the branches and the mist, a distant figure approaching slowly. The stranger was tall and lean, and he moved among the trees with an easy grace. He wore a hooded cloak of deep forest green, and carried a long staff on top of which was mounted a glowing, crimson stone. And on his shoulder sat a great, dark bird.
Gerek grinned, feeling his pulse quicken as it always did when he saw one of Amarid's Children. It seemed funny in a way that, even now, even though he was a father with a five-year-old son, the sight of a mage could affect him so.
"What is it, Papa?"
It took Gerek a moment to respond. "It's a Child of Amarid," he said at last, still gazing at the approaching figure. He did not recognize the man, and he had never seen a hawk or owl as large or as dark as the one this mage carried.
"Is it Master Niall?" Kori asked excitedly. "I can't see him!"
Gerek picked up his son and pointed. "See? There he is, although I don't think it's Niall, not unless he's gotten a new bird."
"You mean it's another one?" Kori asked, his voice rising and his eyes growing wide. "Is this one a Hawk-Mage or an Owl-Mage?"
"Hawk-Mage or Owl-Master," Gerek corrected, and then, looking back at the mage, who was drawing closer, he shrugged. "I'm not sure," he told the boy, still unable to recognize the strange bird on the figure's shoulder. In truth, Gerek knew little about the hawks or owls to which the Children of Amarid bound themselves, and from which, it was said, they drew their powers and healing abilities. He knew Amarid's Hawk, as most did, and he could distinguish a hawk from an owl. But beyond that, he couldn't tell one bird from another. He did know, however, how unusual it was to see a mage other than the one who served this portion of the land. There were only a few dozen mages in all of Tobyn-Ser, most of them serving specific areas. Niall, who served the Lower Horn and the shore of South Shelter, visited Sera and the other coastal villages twice a year--more often if the people had need. He had been doing so for as long as Gerek remembered, first as a Hawk-Mage, and, in more recent years, as an Owl-Master. The mage had been a close friend of Shayla's father, and he had come to Gerek and Shayla's wedding. He was a familiar figure in Gerek's life, but still, every time Gerek saw the beautiful bird Niall carried, and the long green cloak that betokened the mage's membership in the Order, Gerek could not suppress the excitement bordering on giddiness that overcame him. And this was not Niall. Gerek could not remember the last time he had seen a mage other than the silver-haired Owl-Master; Kori, he knew, had never seen one.
"Greetings, Child of Amarid," Gerek called out formally. "We are honored by this meeting."
Gerek's salutation brought no response, and, he noticed, even as the figure came closer, the hood of the cloak continued to conceal the mage's face. Slowly, not understanding why it happened, Gerek felt his excitement begin to give way to something else.
Amarid's Children were, along with the Keepers of Ar-ick's Temples, the most honored men and women in Tobyn-Ser. They roamed the land serving and protecting its people, healing them when they were ill or wounded, and guiding them in times of trouble. In the absence of a centralized government binding together the land's cities, towns, and villages, the Order, in an uneasy alliance with the Sons and Daughters of the Gods, functioned as Tobyn-Ser's leadership, guarding the people from outside threats and settling disputes among different communities.
They were as much a part of the land as the Seaside Mountains, which rose majestically from the coastline just to the east of Sern; they were nearly as important to Tobyn-Ser's people as Arick, Duclea, and the other gods. The feathers the mages left as tokens of their service were prizes to be cherished; indeed, even finding a feather in the woods or on a beach was considered to be good luck. Gifts from Amarid, they were called. As a child, Gerek had longed to join the Order himself, and Kori already spoke of it as well. Any man or woman who donned a forest green cloak and bore a mage's staff, even a stranger, was a friend and a protector.
And yet now, confronted with this silent, hooded figure and the strange black bird, Gerek suddenly, inexplicably, felt vulnerable and afraid. Within him, everything he had learned as a child--everything he, in turn, had taught Kori--battled with an overpowering, instinctive urge to flee. Battled, and lost.
Still holding Kori in his arms, he turned and began to walk quickly down the path toward the safety of the boat.
"Can't we stay and talk to him?" Kori asked, gazing back over his father's shoulder, his words jarred with each of his father's steps.
Gerek didn't answer, concentrating instead on keeping his footing and avoiding the roots and rocks that cluttered the trail.
"I want to see his bird!" Kori said, his tone becoming more insistent and plaintive. "Why are we leaving!" Then Kori's tone changed utterly, and he whispered fearfully, "Papa, I think he's coming after us!"
Gerek whirled and saw the figure, its benign, leisurely bearing gone, striding purposefully and menacingly toward them. Still, Gerek could not discern the cloaked face, nor could he identify the strange bird. He began to run. Kori clung tightly to his neck and bounced in his arms. Twice they nearly fell, but both times Gerek righted himself and maintained his grip on his son. He knew without looking that the figure was pursuing them, gaining on them with each step. And then, just as they reached the descent to the beach, Kori screamed.
"His bird!"
Gerek stopped and swung around again, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The huge, black creature was already in flight, overtaking them with sickening speed. Gerek put Kori on the ground and picked up a short, heavy stick from beside the path.
"Kori! Run to the boat! Don't wait for me! Just paddle home as fast as you can!"
"But, Papa--"
"Move!" Gerek exploded.
He saw Kori begin to back away, the child's eyes locked on the approaching creature, the expression on his young face a mix of fascination and horror. And then Gerek was aware of nothing but himself and the great bird. He could now see that it was a hawk, but an enormous one, larger than any he'd seen before. Its feathers were unnaturally stiff and glossy. Its knifelike talons and sharply hooked beak seemed strange somehow, far more threatening than those of any other hawk he had encountered, although even they were not as alien as the bird's bright, glimmering eyes. These were golden in color, and, impossibly, horribly, they appeared to have no pupils.
As the creature reached him, Gerek leveled a ferocious blow at its head, but, at the last moment, with extraordinary agility, the bird wheeled off to the side. The force of his swing threw the man off balance momentarily, but he recovered quickly and spun around to face the hawk with the stick held in front of him.
The creature hovered before Gerek for a few moments. Then it suddenly rose up above him and dropped toward his head, its claws outstretched. Gerek dove to his left, rolled, and sprang to his feet just in time to raise the stick and block a swooping blow from the bird's fisted talon. The bird moved with incredible speed, swooping again while Gerek still recovered from the force of the last attack. Again Gerek dove away, this time rolling to the far side of a tree, where he was able to gain a moment's respite. He scrambled to his feet and, keeping his back to the tree and holding his stick before him, stepped around into the clearing. He expected an immediate assault from the creature, but the great bird was nowhere in sight. Instinctively Gerek looked up, guarding his head with the stick and his arms, but the hawk was not above him. He looked over to where Kori still stood and, as he did so, Kori screamed and pointed. From behind another tree, the hawk rushed at Gerek's head, its beak open and its talons poised to strike. Gerek, caught off guard by the attack and impeded by the tree he had tried to use as protection, wrenched himself desperately to the side and flung the stick toward the bird. The creature veered off to avoid it, but caught Gerek's left arm just below the elbow with one of its razor claws. Gerek gasped in pain and blood began to soak through his overshirt. He heard Kori start to sob. He tried to flex his hand, but the hawk's talon had sliced through his tendons, leaving him with little strength or control in his fingers. Keeping his injured arm close to his body, Gerek grabbed another fallen branch to use as a weapon and watched as the hawk glided back toward him again.
He readied himself for another attack, but the bird merely hovered above him, just barely out of reach, seeming to sense that Gerek was weakening and toying with him, feigning attacks and gliding from side to side. And with each passing moment, the sleeve of Gerek's overshirt grew heavier with blood. With his injured hand, he clawed repeatedly at the perspiration that stung his eyes, but Gerek could do nothing about the fatigue and pain. He was growing light-headed; he could barely stand, much less fight.
And then, as suddenly as it had begun, it ended. His strength failing, Gerek gathered himself for one last assault on his foe. Hoping to lure the great bird within striking distance, he lowered his good arm as if too tired to maintain his defensive posture. The hawk swooped in close to Gerek's head and the man swung his stick with all the force he could muster. It nearly worked. Maybe, if he had been able to use both arms…
Maybe. But he was hurt, and the creature was so quick, so unnaturally quick. Gerek missed. And the power of his swing threw him off balance, leaving his back exposed to the bird. He felt the creature's talons raking his shoulders and back, and he fell to the ground. He tried to stand again, but the hawk pounced on him and tore at his neck with its beak. He tried to scream to Kori, to implore the boy to run, but he could not tell if he made himself heard.
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Kori had watched with helpless fury as his father fought the horrible bird. He began to cry when he saw the creature cut his father's arm, and he screamed with terror when Gerek fell to the ground with the angry red gashes across his back. For the second time that day, he heard his father tell him to run, and this time he did. With all the speed he could muster, he dashed down the path toward the beach, never once looking back, and unaware that he still clutched the small sack of shan leaves in his hand. Soon he could hear the water lapping on the beach, and, through the clearing at the end of the forest, he could see the little dugout. But just as he reached the bottom of the trail, he felt something hit him heavily from behind and he pitched forward onto the hot, white sand of the beach. He looked up over his shoulder and saw a huge, black shape descending on him, blotting out the sun.
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The cloaked figure had stood on the fringes of the clearing watching the battle in detached silence. The outcome, he knew, had never been in doubt, although he would grant that the man had fought courageously. He had, however, forgotten all about the child. When the man screamed, and the boy started to run, he feared for a moment that the child might get away. But then he saw how his bird soared after the boy, and he smiled within the dark hood, chiding himself for ever doubting. He walked to the bloodied body of the man to be sure that he was dead. Again, he smiled at the efficiency of the creature, and he started down the trail toward the water. He found the boy lying facedown on the beach, blood from the gash on his neck darkening the white sand. The figure held out his arm and the black bird glided to it and hopped delicately to his shoulder. Then he knelt beside the body of the boy and reached into his cloak. Pulling out a single black feather, he tucked it carefully into a tear in the back of the boy's shirt, where it was clearly visible but anchored against the wind. The figure started to rise, but then, almost as an afterthought, he reached into the sack that lay beside the boy, removed a small blue leaf, and put it in his mouth. Then he stood, and, with the black creature still on his shoulder, he walked casually back into the forest.

Copyright © 1997 by David B. Coe

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 13, 2000

    exciting!

    It's the best first novel i have eve read. I highly recomend it for fantasy or sci-fi lovers. keeps you at the edge of your seat. hard to put down

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 25, 2007

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    I like the complexity and realism of this universe - the mages don't have easy solutions to all of their problems and have to struggle to find solutions. Good read - I'm buying the rest of the series.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 4, 2001

    Children of the Birds

    I thought that THE CHILDREN OF AMARID was one of the best books out there. I think it was marveleous. The book takes place in Tobyn-Sir, an land dominated by mages and magic. The Order, a large group of hawk-mages and owl-masters, helps the land and her people. but now the order is being blamed for villinous crimes against the land. Jaryd, a young hawk-mage, and his friends of the Order, are determined to put an end to it. But to do that they must first take a perilious journey and uncover a traiter. It was a great book and I couldn't put it down. Anyone who enjoys magic, birds of prey and a suspensful mystery should read this book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 11, 2001

    THE BEST OF FANTASY I'VE READ THUS FAR!!!

    I believe that this was a wonderful, excellent, and well written piece of literature. The characters are life-like, the scenes are visible and clear, and the villians are actually recongizable as the villians. The protagonists are what they should be, and their goals truly are insurmountable. I just can't believe that the author has composed such a beautiful novel. The novel moves at an exciting pace, and gives pulls you deeper into the novel as you rapidly turn the pages in anticipation. If fantasy fans are looking for a wonderful read, then go to you nearest bookstore or library and pick up The Children of Amarid today!!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 11, 2001

    !!Fantastic Book!!

    In this book a young man named Jaryd discovers he has a hidden power, and his uncle Baden takes him up as his mage attend. Together they will help destroy the Order of Mages enemies. And will discover many people working against them and the Order. This book is a great fantasy and I recomend reading it the only thing I was disapointed about is how little David B. Coe described what Jaryd's hawk and he went through. I mean Jaryd has a hawk in his mind, but he never talked about it all that much. Other than that I've read the book five times I love it and I can't put it down!!!! If you know of any good fantasy series I do not list below please e-mail me.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 13, 2000

    A Very Good Read, Hard To Put Down

    When I first heard of this book it was recommended to me by a friend. He told me that he didn't think it was all that good. Last time I listen to him. This was one of the best fantasy books I have ever read. It held my attention with an ever thickening plot, and many surprises. Coe was so descriptive in describing EVERYTHING.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 28, 2000

    Caught up and wisked away

    I truely enjoyed diving into this great tale, I look forward to devouring the balance of the story. This is the first time that I have read Mr. Coe's work, but I am sure it will not be the last!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 6, 2000

    Excellent however not familiar with familiar

    The story is captivating and has the classic beginning, with the nobody go nowhere hero who finds he has a great power. It never does get old because we all can see ourselves in the characters position. ONE problem with this first book/not sure if it continues in other two books. OK you have bonded to this wonderful animal and you go into detail on the bonding but then what happens to his hawk it seems to disapear and then suddenly reapear. Coe should have worked on the relationship with the hawk and mage. If I had bonded to an animal on such a level where we share thoughts I believe that animal would be a great part of all I do. Not to rip on the book but just my opinion.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 5, 2000

    A THRILLING TALE!

    I couldn't put this book down. Characters leap to life as you turn the pages. Well written and keeps you on the edge of you seats. I had to restain myself from reading the last pages to find out what was going to happen. I can't wait to read The second book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 19, 2000

    GREAT STORY BUT.......

    This would have been a truly GREAT book except that there was no ending. The book just ended right in the middle of the story. If this is a tactic to force readers to buy the sequel then it's deplorable! I would have jumped at anything this author produced but now I've crossed him off my list forever!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 6, 2000

    A must-read for all ages

    I really think, that if there were other worlds with magic, and some of us had the gift to see them, this book would be our way inside. David B. Coe makes everything so realistic! You can actually be there along with the people, seeing what they see, and feeling what they feel. He has a way of bringing you into his story. You really should read it, it's wonderful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 11, 2000

    One of the best books I've read EVER!!

    The author is very discriptive and goes in with a lot of detail. It feels like your right there in the book.

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