Destiny: Child of the Sky (Symphony of Ages Series #3)

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A FELLOWSHIP OF THREE

To stand against the F'dor-- an ancient, vile being intent on destroying the world-- a fellowship has been forged: Rhapsody, a Singer of great talent and beauty; Achmed, an assassin with unearthly talents; and Grunthor, a giant of jolly disposition and lethal skill with weapons.

Driven by prophetic visions, the three know that time is running short, know that they must find their elusive enemy before his darkness consumes ...

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Overview

A FELLOWSHIP OF THREE

To stand against the F'dor-- an ancient, vile being intent on destroying the world-- a fellowship has been forged: Rhapsody, a Singer of great talent and beauty; Achmed, an assassin with unearthly talents; and Grunthor, a giant of jolly disposition and lethal skill with weapons.

Driven by prophetic visions, the three know that time is running short, know that they must find their elusive enemy before his darkness consumes them all. But after their final, brutal confrontation with the F'dor, their world crosses the threshold of disaster and faces utter oblivion. The action reaches a fevered pitch, achieving a crescendo of tragedy, love, and triumph of human spirit over world-shattering cataclysm.

With death at hand and the world crumbling at their feet, these three will finally discover their true ...

DESTINY

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Reading this novel is like listening to a great work of music. The story of Destiny -- the final book in Elizabeth Haydon's marvelous trilogy that began with Rhapsody and Prophecy -- centers around Rhapsody, Achmed, and Grunthor -- three half-blooded outcasts who escaped their home island of Serendair, only to find that evil had followed them. Once leaving the bowels of the earth in which they traveled, they learned of their home world's destruction and the fate of its people.

Destiny takes up directly after the events of the last two books. The F'dor, now alone after the destruction of his Rakshas, is plotting and maneuvering different groups of people, preparing for the final battle. While he's setting up the destruction of the world, Rhapsody and Achmed take to finding the Rakshas' children, hoping to separate them from the demon's blood and giving Achmed a way of finding the elusive F'dor.

As the story progresses, the characters are manipulated and moved through areas and situations with grace and purpose. Only Rhapsody, Achmed, and Grunthor can be trusted not to be the evil entity, yet they aren't perfect, either. Still, you can't push aside the other characters without wondering who they really are and what their true goals are in helping or thwarting our heroes, and the story pulls at your emotions as you try to figure out who the demon's host actually is. Elizabeth Haydon has managed to create a world and its inhabitants that you want to learn more about. (Lisa Harshberger)

Toronto National Post & Mail

Filled with detail and a complex, multi-faceted plotline, and readers will quickly pick up on the echoes of J.R.R. Tolkien's Middle Earth and David Eddings Belgariad series, as well as Celtic and Norse mythology, and even a dash of Mozart's Magic Flute.
Publishers Weekly
Following Rhapsody: Child of Blood (2001) and Prophecy: Child of Earth (2000), Haydon concludes her high fantasy trilogy featuring the beautiful skysinger Rhapsody, who generates magic from music, with a dark, cataclysmic book filled with almost constant action. With the evil Rakshas destroyed in volume two, Rhapsody and her two shady half-breed sidekicks, clairvoyant assassin Achmed and the jolly green giant Grunthor, undertake a quest for the blood of the Rakshas' children, which they hope will help them solve the mystery of the hidden demon F'dor, the creator of the murderous Rakshas. Wielding her fire sword, Rhapsody summons starfire and metaphysical music for her final confrontation with the demonic force intent on world destruction. Though obviously inspired by music theory, Norse and Celtic folklore, and seemingly by such authors as Tolkien, C.S. Lewis, Patricia A. McKillip, Anne McCaffrey and Palmer Brown (Cheerful), the author uses a fluid writing style to build a world uniquely and compellingly her own. In this shimmering symphony of exhaustive (though not exhausting) detail, epic myths, music and magic intertwine in a resounding fugal crescendo. Haydon fans sorry to see the end of the trilogy can take heart in knowing that the Rhapsody saga's vast historical timeline contains plenty of unexplored epochs and eras ripe for future book treatment. (Sept. 1) FYI: Haydon donated all her royalties from Prophecy to the Elizabeth Glaser Pediatric AIDS Foundation in perpetuity. Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
Library Journal
Called across time to fulfill her destiny, the harpist Rhapsody joins with the Firbolg king Achmed and his giant companion Grunthor to attempt to fight the powerful and elusive F'dor, a demon-born danger that threatens the fabric of existence. As the three champions' path grows more perilous, they learn to use the special gifts alluded to in ancient prophecies. Haydon's conclusion to her "Rhapsody" trilogy (Rhapsody, Prophecy) blends Celtic lore with Asian myth to produce a world both strange and hauntingly familiar. A good choice for fantasy collections. Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
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"Filled with detail and a complex, multi-faceted plotline, and readers will quickly pick up on the echoes of J.R.R. Tolkien's Middle Earth and David Eddings Belgariad series, as well as Celtic and Norse mythology, and even a dash of Mozart's Magic Flute."—Toronto National Post & Mail
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780812570830
  • Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
  • Publication date: 5/19/2002
  • Series: Symphony of Ages Series, #3
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Pages: 864
  • Sales rank: 264,454
  • Product dimensions: 6.72 (w) x 10.90 (h) x 1.44 (d)

Meet the Author

As the daughter of an air force officer, Elizabeth Haydon began traveling at an early age and has since traveled all over the world. She draws on the imagery of these visits in the Symphony of Ages series, and blends her love of music, anthropology, herbalism and folklore into much of her writing. Haydon is also a harpist and a madrigal singer (a singer of medieval songs). Currently, she works as an editor in educational publishing and lives with her family on the East Coast.

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YARIM PAAR, PROVINCE OF YARIM

In winter the dry red earth that had given Yarim its name was akin to desert sand. Granular specks of it hung heavy in the air of the decaying province, sweeping it like a vengeful wind demon, stinging with cold.

That blood-red clay-sand glistened in the first light of morning, sprinkled with a thin coating of crystalline frost. The frost painted the dilapidated stone buildings and neglected streets, dressing them for a moment in a shining finery that Yarim's capital had no doubt known long ago, an elegance that now existed only in memory, and for a few fleeting moments in the rosy haze of sunrise.

Achmed reined his horse to a stop at the crest of a rolling hill that led down into the crumbling city below him. He stared down into the valley as Rhapsody came to a halt beside him, musing. Looking down at Yarim from above gave him the opposite sensation to looking up at Canrif from the steppes at the edge of the Krevensfield Plain. While the Bolg were reclaiming the mountain, reaching skyward along with the peaks, Yarim sat broken, fetid, all but forgotten, at the bottom of this hill like dried mud left behind where a pond had been. Where once there had been greatness now there was not only decay, but diffidence, as if even the Earth were oblivious of the state of ruin that was Yarim. It seemed a pity.

Rhapsody dismounted first, walking to the edge of the hill's crest. "Pretty in the light of first sun," she said absently, staring off beyond the city's walls.

"Like the beauty of youth; it's fleeting," Achmed said, descending himself. "The mist will burn off momentarily, and the sparkle will be gone, leaving nothing but a vast carcass rotting in the sun. Then we'll see her for the aged hag she really is." He would be glad to see the glistening vapor go; mist such as this hung wet in the air, masking vibration. It might hide the signature of the ancient blood that surged in the veins of the F'dor's spawn hidden somewhere amid all that standing rubble.

An inexplicable shiver ran through him, and he turned to Rhapsody. "Did you feel that?"

She shook her head. "Nothing unusual. What was it?"

Achmed closed his eyes, waiting for the vibration to return. He felt nothing now but the calm, cold gusts of the wind. "A tingle on the surface of my skin," he said after a moment, when he could not reclaim the sensation.

"Perhaps you're feeling Manwyn," Rhapsody suggested. "Sometimes when a dragon is examining something with its senses, there's a chill of sorts; a presence. It's almost like a—a hum; it tickles."

Achmed shielded his eyes. "I had wondered what you could have possibly seen in Ashe," he said sourly, gazing down into the morning shadows as they began to stretch west of the city. "Now I know. Manwyn knows we're here, then." He gritted his teeth; they had hoped to avoid the notice of the mad Seer, the unpredictable dragonchild who wielded her Seren father's ancient power of vision and her dragon mother's control over the elements.

Rhapsody shook her head. "Manwyn knew we were coming before we got here. If someone asked her a week, or a day, or even a moment ago, she could have told him so. But now that we're here, it's the Present. Manwyn can see only the Future. I think the moment has passed. We're gone from her awareness."

"Let's hope you're right." Achmed glanced around, looking for a high rise of ground or other summit on which to stand. He spied a jutting outcropping of rock to the east. He set his pack on the ground, pulling forth a scrap of fabric that had once been soaked in the blood of the Rakshas, now dried to the same color as the earth in Yarim. "That's the place. Wait here."

Rhapsody nodded, and drew her cloak closer as she watched Achmed lope over to the small hilly rise. She had witnessed his Hunting ritual once before, and knew that he required absolute silence and stillness of movement to be able to discern a flickering heartbeat on the wind. She clucked softly to the horses, hoping to gentle them into a quiet contentment.

Achmed climbed to the top of the outcropping and stood with nothing but the wind surrounding him on all sides, staring down into the skeletal city. Somewhere amid its broken buildings a tainted soul was hiding, one of the nine children spawned of the ancient evil through a systematic campaign of rape and propagation. The blood in his own veins burned at the thought.

With a single, smooth motion he pulled away the veils that shielded his skin-web, the network of sensitive nerves and exposed veins that scored his neck and face, casting a final glance back at Rhapsody. She smiled but did not move otherwise. Achmed turned away.

He knew Rhapsody was aware that because of his Dhracian heritage he was predisposed to disposal, not rescue, of anything that contained the blood of F'dor. This undertaking, should it prove successful, would undoubtedly be the first time one of his race would hunt a creature spawned of the F'dor and not exterminate it immediately upon capture.

The natural detachment that the Dhracians felt when confronting the malignant filth had deserted him, leaving him shaking with hatred. It was all he could do to remain calm, to keep from allowing his racial proclivities to roar forth, launching him into a blood rage that would culminate in the efficient, traceless slaughter of this demon-child and all its misbegotten siblings. He swallowed and began to breathe shallowly, trying to keep focused on the greater outcome.

That ancient blood, which pulsed softly now in the distance like a trace of perfume across a crowded bazaar, could eventually help him find the F'dor itself.

Achmed closed his eyes and willed the landscape from his mind, emptying it of conscious thought, concentrating on the rhythm of his own pulse. As always, when this moment of the hunt came, he could almost smell the odor of candle wax in the monastery where he was raised, could hear his mentor speak again in his memory.

Child of Blood, Father Halphasion had intoned softly in his fricative voice. Brother to all men, akin to none. The Dhracian sage, dead more than a thousand years now.

The hunt required of him a tremendous sacrifice, both mental and spiritual. It was in the power of those words that he had been able to divert his kirai, the Seeking vibration inherent in all Dhracians, to hone onto the heartbeats of non-F'dor, his own unique gift. Brother to all men. He had been known only as the Brother most of his life, a deadly relative to his victims, whose pulses had briefly shared a rhythm with his.

Let your identity die, the Grandmother had instructed him; the ancient guardian and mentor so recently gone. It was more than his identity, however. At the moment when he subdued his own vibration, even that part of him which might be called a soul disappeared without a trace, replaced by the distant, thudding rhythm of his target.

He once wondered casually what would happen if instead of emerging the victorious stalker, he were to die while following his kirai. The place to which his identity went while in the throes of the hunt was undoubtedly the Void, the great emptiness of space, the opposite of Life. He suspected, when he allowed himself to think about it, that should luck turn against him and his victim instead overpower and kill him, everything that had been part of his identity would dissipate instantly, shattering in that empty space into tiny particles that would burn out forever like firesparks, robbing him of any existence in the Afterlife.

It was a risk he could abide.

All thought receded, replaced by a distant thudding that grew ever louder with each breath.

The pulse was at the same time alien and familiar to him. There was a hint of the old world, a hum that had beat in the veins of every soul born on Seren soil; the deep magic in the Island of Serendair had a unique ring to it, and it permeated the blood of those whose lives had been brought into existence there. But this was only the slightest trace in the rhythm that made up the rest of the heartbeat.

When he had first learned to listen to his skin, he had heard a roar of drums. Countless chaotic, cacophonous rhythms had thundered directly into him, threatened to overwhelm him, to drown him like the echoes of waves in a canyon. Here he heard barely a whisper.

Because the blood that pumped through the demon-spawn's heart was almost totally of this world, he could not discern its rhythm, could not track it. The blood of the new world swirled around the evanescent flutter from the old world like ocean waves, like a windstorm of dried leaves in the last vestiges of autumn; and occasionally he could taste some of its traits. He chased them with his breath, tasted the mix and dip of tones, looking for the deep shadow tone he was hunting.

There would be warmth in a pulse-wave that broke over him—that must be from the child's unknown mother—followed by the chill of ice; bequeathed by its father, the Rakshas, the artificial being that had sired all these cursed progeny of its demonic master. There was something feral in there as well, something with red eyes and a wild, brutal nature. Rhapsody had said the F'dor used the blood of wolves and other night creatures when it constructed the Rakshas. Perhaps that was it.

Still, each passing moment the ancient rhythm grew slightly louder, a bit clearer. Achmed opened his left hand and held it aloft, allowing the gusts of wind to dance over his palm.

Each intake of breath became slower, deeper, each exhalation measured. When the pattern of his breathing matched that of the distant beating heart, he turned his attention to his own heart, to the pressure it exerted on the vessels and pathways through which his blood flowed. He willed it to slow, lowering his pulse to a level barely able to sustain his life. He drove all stray thoughts from his mind, leaving it blank except for the color red. Everything else faded, leaving nothing but the vision of blood before his mind's eye.

Blood will be the means, the prophecy had said.

Child of Blood. Brother to all men, akin to none.

Achmed held absolutely still, remained utterly silent. He loosed the pulse of his own heart, willing it to match the distant heartbeat. Like trying to catch a flywheel in motion, he could only synchronize with one beat in every five, then every two, until each beat matched perfectly. He clung to the tiny burr of the ancient blood, followed it through distant veins, chased its flow, gathered its ebb until from that whisper of a handhold he crawled into his victim's rhythm. Their heartbeats locked.

And then, as the trail became clear, as his prey became unerringly linked to him, another tiny, discordant rhythm shattered the cadence. Achmed clutched his chest and staggered back as pain exploded like a volcano inside him.

Over his agonized groan he could hear Rhapsody gasp. His body rolled down the rocky outcropping, battering his limbs against the frozen rock ledge. Achmed struggled to find consciousness, catching intermittent glimpses of it from moment to moment, then fading into darkness between. The two heartbeats he had found wrestled inside his own; breath failed him. He clenched his teeth. The sky swam in blue circles, then went black.

He felt warmth surround him. The wind that tickled his nostrils was suddenly sweeter. Achmed opened his eyes to see Rhapsody's face swimming among the circles.

"Gods! What happened?" Her voice vibrated strangely.

Achmed gestured dizzily and curled into a tight ball, lying sideways on the ground. He took several deliberate, measured breaths, the cold wind stinging his burning chest. He noted absently that Rhapsody was still beside him, but had refrained from touching him. She's learning, he thought, strangely pleased.

With the grind of sand in his teeth and a painful growl, he forced himself into a crouch. They sat in silence on the windy hilltop above the crumbling city. When the sun was overhead and the shadows shifted, Achmed finally looked up. He exhaled deeply, then rose to a shaky stand, waving away the offer of her hand.

"What happened?" Her voice was calm.

Slowly he shook the sand from his clothes, retied his veils, staring down at Yarim below. The city had come to life of a sort while he had been coming back to himself, and now human and animal traffic shuffled through the unkempt streets, filling the distant air with sound.

"There's another one here," he said.

"Another child?"

Achmed nodded slowly. "Another heartbeat. Another spawn of some sort."

Rhapsody went back to the horses and pulled open one of the saddlebags. She drew forth an oilcloth journal and brought it back to the rim of the hill.

"Rhonwyn said there was only one in Yarim," she said, rifling through the pages. "Here it is—one in Sorbold—the gladiator—two in the Hintervold, one in Yarim, one in the easternmost province of the Nonaligned States, one in Bethany, one in Navarne, one in Zafhiel, one in Tyrian, and the unborn baby, in the Lirin fields to the south of Tyrian. Are you certain the second heartbeat belongs to one of the children?"

"No, of course I'm not certain," Achmed spat crossly, shaking more grit from his hair and cloak. "And perhaps it's not another child. But somewhere near here is another pulse with the same taint to it, the same clouded blood."

Rhapsody pulled her cloak even closer. "Perhaps it's the F'dor itself."

Copyright © 2001 by Elizabeth Haydon

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Questions for Discussion

1. Throughout Destiny, Rhapsody is referred to as naïve, and many of her actions prove this to be correct. Yet, she has led a life that could hardly be called sheltered. How has she remained so pure of heart, and how does this innocence influence the story? Does it make her more or less vulnerable to the F'dor?

2. Of the Firbolg culture, the author writes: "Bloodied warriors could lie on the battlefield and die of non-mortal wounds while medical attention was directed to a laboring woman, in the belief that the infant was the Future, while the soldier was merely the present. Anything that was the Past did not matter, save for a few stories and the allencompassing need to survive." Is this an effective belief system for a civilized culture? How does this belief system help Achmed gain the Firbolg crown? How does this culture compare with other cultures?

3. Achmed, like all Dhracians, is literally a sworn blood enemy of the F'dor's demonic race, biologically predisposed to track the demons through the scent of their vile blood, just as certain species of animals seem to know dangerous predators instinctively. Do you believe that enemies are born or made?

4. In all her books, Elizabeth Haydon confronts many of the most profound questions of religion and faith. In Destiny, as Rhapsody and Achmed discuss the disappearance of the Wellspring of Entudenin, the Firbolg king says, "Have you ever noticed, Rhapsody, that when something miraculous and good happens it's a gift from the All-God, but when something baleful happens, it was man's fault? Perhaps everything that happens, good and bad, is just random chance." Is this statement consistent with Achmed's personality? Do you think Rhapsody would agree with his observation? Do you agree with his observation?

5. Speaking of the Cymrians, Llauron says, "Longevity that borders on immortality is as much a curse as a blessing, my son, maybe even more so." Discuss his contention, including how it relates to Rhapsody, Ashe, and Anborn, and to Llauron's own decision to attain his true dragon form.

6. Time is a dynamic and flexible dimension in Destiny, as Rhapsody's visit to the realm of the Lord and Lady Rowan illustrates. Before Rhapsody sets off, Oelendra warns that it may be hard to find her place in Time again. Yet, Rhapsody undergoes her ordeal and returns with apparently no ill effects. What character traits does Rhapsody have that allow her to endure, and keep her place in Time?

7. In the mystical realm of the Rowans, Rhapsody vividly dreams of her dead sister Jo, who tells her, "It's the connections that we make in life that allow us to know love in the Afterlife." How does this knowledge influence Rhapsody's actions with the children of the Rakshas? With the Cymrians at the Moot?

8. When Rhapsody is tricked by Llauron into saying he has been killed, she feels that her truthfulness is tainted and that she is no longer a Namer. Achmed argues that Truth is subjective, and she bears no responsibility for Llauron's misleading her. Is he correct? Is an unwitting lie really a lie? What other examples of Rhapsody being deceptive are in the book? How does she justify them?

9. Rhapsody is a most altruistic character; virtually everything she does is for the betterment of others. Achmed repeatedly insists he is the opposite, that he does things for his own purposes and in his own time. Yet, his actions often belie his claims. Discuss in depth the character of Achmed, paying close attention to how the author portrays his seeming contradictions.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 16, 2015

    Wth?

    There is reviews from 2001!!!!! I was born in 2005!!!!!! OOOOOLLLLDDDD!!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 29, 2013

    Loved it

    Loved it!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 17, 2007

    Great Writer, Wierd Story

    The story is a little strange for me walking on tree roots through the center of the earth and all. The writing is very good, it's interesting, and it moves along well, but it's just all over the place right now. I'm into the 2nd book about 400 pgs and some of it is coming together. I rated this 5 rather than the 3 I would like to dump on it, but I have faith that someone who writes this well is going to light this story up soon. It's not that it's complicated, or long, or has lots of characters, etc. . ., its just starts strange and it hasn't pulled out yet.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 7, 2006

    Okay book

    The plot has a few too many elements of Middle Earth (downfallen island caused by ultimate evil, evil escapes and descendants of island's inhabitants must fight it, and, worst of all, island refugees bring sapling of special tree from island that happens to grow white flowers) but the plot is okay, and the characters are decent. But the fact that the author kept using 'forsworn' instead of 'sworn' was annoying. They are NOT the same word.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 2, 2005

    Couldn't ask for a better read

    This series is incredible. I breathlessly read each book and couldn't wait for the next. I thought I was addicted to Anne Rices' Vampire Chronicles!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 16, 2005

    Great!

    I've read the whole series and like al this others I loved this book!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 25, 2005

    Left Me Breathless!

    The Prophecies all come together to be made reality in the third installation of Elizabeth Haydon's Symphony of Ages saga. Rhapsody comes truely into her own when she is made the Lady Cymrian and secures a bright future for her people when she and our two favorite half-Bolg complete the Prophecy of the Three. One thing that I would like to see happen soon: kill Ashe off so that Rhapsody and Achmed can be together!!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 22, 2004

    LOVE LOVE LOVED IT!

    This book is even better then the first! I couldn't put it down. Definalty kept you guess till the last minute. Mrs. Haydon has done a awesome job of adding all elements of writing into these books. Now I have to wait before I get Destiny :(. Absolutly LOVED IT!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 4, 2004

    I LOVED IT

    I am a huge fan of elizabeth haydon and this book had me on the edge of my seat wanting more

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 1, 2004

    It drove me Crazy!

    It kept me up for like 3 nights straight, it was sooooo good! Even though I despise Rhapsody (too darn perfect!!!), I love Achmed and Anborn, but who dosen't? It was a great ending to an epic tale, even if it was a tad to romantic for me (I just wanted to SLAP Ashe, the son of a biscut eater!) but I enjoyed it regardless.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 28, 2004

    Great, except.......

    I absolutely can't stand Ashe. He's the worlds greatest airhead! He's nothing but a pretty boy. I really really wish Rhapsody had had the sense to marry Achmed instead, though i still have hope that she might in the very far future. That hope of mine is virtually the only reason that I'll continue reading these books.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 19, 2003

    a little anticlimactic

    i loved this trilogy--it ranks right up there with Wheel of Time, Sword of Truth, and Saga of Recluce--but many of the resolutions in this book seemed anticlimactic or predictable. I enjoyed it simply because it ended out the trilogy, yet i would have to say, just as Return of the Jedi in Star Wars, this is the weakest link.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 30, 2003

    ..................

    This book got a little too annoying for me.. I liked the first book, but after that Rhaps started getting on my nerves.And i don't like Ash, he's as bad as she is.Achmed is indeed the best character, and is the best suited for her cause he makes her less nice. I like how they kissed, but then that was it!I'ts like it never happened and she's still all in to that idiot.I'm still waiting for something better to happen...

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 17, 2003

    Too perfect

    I loved the first two books in this series but this book just lost all of the sparkle. Rhapsody is too darn PERFECT! She so naive and stupid it makes me want to slap her. If it wasn't for Achmed I wouldn't have bought the last book. He is, by far, the best character. I was sooo happy when he and Rhapsody finally kissed (even though I can't stand her) Why Ashe? He's another person that was just too darn good! He had no flaws, no problems, except being terrible clingy and annoying. Achmed though had a life of his own that wasn't all about Rhapsody and romance. He had problems that he had to deal with on his own, he doesn't NEED anyone to help him.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 16, 2002

    One of the best books ever

    I think this book was injoyable just like the other two. I also love Rhapsody and Prophecy aswell. When my mom got me interested in the books and i started reading them i couldn't keep my eyes off the pages. I love these books ani i hope they keep on getting written.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 21, 2002

    An Amazing Conclusion

    This piece of work was an amazing ending to what has to be one of the best fantacy seise ever written. Hats off to Haydon! However, there is one thing I don't get, in the epilogue, it says "Slowly Meridion reached over and shut off the Time Editor's switch, seperating it from the light of Seren." How can it be connected to the star if the star dissapeared? Can anyone answer me this? I'll eternally grateful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 6, 2002

    Destiny: Child of the Sky

    It was a great book for me to read, a little sexual, but good. It was a lot o' fun to read. I liked the characters and their parts. I liked the first two books as well, Good job Elizabeth !

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 3, 2002

    Destiny: Child of the Sky

    I thought this was the best of the four books ! Achmed loves Rhapsody so much that it makes me so happy that they FINALY kiss. I was so happy...but why? Why Ache? Rhapsody and Achmed were made to be with eachother, she's good for him. I thought Gruthor is the best. He talks cool. And all the Swords!!! I mean, who needs that many swords at one time? I like most all the characters, they have a good personality and they come to life in your head. Keep writing the books and I'll keep reading them.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 25, 2002

    I don't usually write reviews but...

    I didn't enjoy this book at all. It was nothing more than a glowing epic about how amazing rhapsody is. The author makes rhapsody out to be too perfect, and everyone loves her, well i hate her. Haydan did an excellent job with the first book, good with the second but seemed to lose focus with this one. The climax was an unexpected battle, completely. The climax that everyone expects comes and goes so quick, i wondered if it was a trick. The 'Three' really wasn't a three, just a one, rhapsody. I read this book almost three months ago and i still am upset at it. I'd read other books by haydan but i don't think i can read another book about rhapsody.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 4, 2002

    amazing, but....

    I loved this trilogy, it was the best I've read in quite awhile (and it finishes in three books, which is refreshing after reading things like the Wheel of Time!). The only problem I have with this series is the heroine herself. Rhapsody's perfection, her angelic goodness, her innocence, they get on your nerves after awhile. I don't know if Haydon did this on purpose, but sometimes Rhapsody makes me want to slap her! Achmed was definitely my favorite character by far. But for anyone who's read the first two books, this book is obviously a must-read. Despit Rhapsody's annoying perfection, the story itself is fantastic.

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