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In the dungeon of the Tower of High Sorcery, that had once been in Palanthas but now resided in Nightlund, the great archmagus Raistlin Majere had conjured a magical Pool of Seeing. By gazing into this pool, he was able to follow and sometimes shape events transpiring in the world. Although Raistlin Majere had been dead many long years, his magical Pool of Seeing remained in use. The wizard Dalamar, who had inherited the Tower from his Shalafi, maintained the magic of the pool. A veritable prisoner in the Tower that was an island in the river of the dead, Dalamar had often made use of the pool to visit in his mind those places he could not travel in his body.
Palin Majere stood now at the pool's edge, staring into the unwavering blue flame that burned in the center of the still water and was the chamber's only light. Dalamar was close beside him, his gaze fixed on the same unwavering fire. Although the mages could have seen events transpiring anywhere in the world, they watched intently an event that was happening quite close to them, an event taking place at the top of the very Tower in which they stood.
Goldmoon of the Citadel of Light, and Mina, Lord of the Night, leader of the Dark Knights of Neraka, were to meet in the laboratory that had once belonged to Raistlin Majere. Goldmoon had already arrived at the strange meeting place. The laboratory was cold and dark and shadowed. Dalamar had left her a lantern, but its light was feeble and served only to emphasize the darkness that could never truly be illuminated, not if every lantern and every candle on Krynn should burst into flame. The darkness that was the soul of this dread Tower had its heart here in this chamber, which in the past had been a scene of death and pain and suffering.
In this chamber, Raistlin Majere had sought to emulate the gods and create life, only to fail utterly, bringing into the world misbegotten, shambling, pathetic beings known as the Live Ones, who had lived out their wretched existence in the room where the two wizards now stood. In the chamber, the Blue Dragonlady Kitiara had died, her death as brutal and bloody as her life. Here stood the Portal to the Abyss, a link between the realm of the mortal and realm of the dead, a link that had long ago been severed and was nothing now but a home to mice and spiders.
Goldmoon knew the dark history of this room. She must be considering that now, Palin thought, watching her image that shimmered on the surface of the pool. She stood in the laboratory, her arms clasped about her. She shivered not with the cold, but with fear. Palin was concerned. He could not remember—in all the years that he had known her—seeing Goldmoon afraid.
Perhaps it was the strange body that Goldmoon's spirit inhabited. She was over ninety. Her true body was that of an elderly woman—still vigorous, still strong for her years, but with skin marked and marred with time, a back that was starting to stoop, fingers that were gnarled, but whose touch was gentle. She had been comfortable with that body. She had never feared or regretted the passage of the years that had brought the joy of love and birth, the sorrow of love and death. That body had been taken from her the night of the great storm, and she had been given another body, a stranger's body, one that was young and beautiful, healthful and vibrant. Only the eyes were the eyes of the woman Palin had known throughout his life.
She is right, he thought, this body doesn't belong to her. It's borrowed finery. Clothing that doesn't fit.
"I should be with her," Palin muttered. He stirred, shifted, began to pace restlessly along the water's edge. The chamber was made of stone and was dark and chill, the only light the unwavering flame that burned in the heart of the dark pool, and it illuminated little and gave no warmth. "Goldmoon looks strong, but she's not. Her body may be that of someone in her twenties, but her heart is the heart of a woman whose life has spanned nine decades. The shock of seeing Mina again—especially as she is—may kill her."
"In that case, the shock of seeing you beheaded by the Dark Knights would probably do very little for her either," returned Dalamar caustically. "Which is what she would see if you were to march up there now. The Tower is surrounded by soldiers. There must be at least thirty of them out there."
"I don't think they'd kill me," said Palin.
"No? And what would they do? Tell you to go stand in a corner with your face to the wall and think what a bad boy you've been?" Dalamar scoffed.
"Speaking of corners," he added suddenly, his voice altering, "did you see that?"
"What?" Palin jerked his head, looked around in alarm.
"Not here! There!" Dalamar pointed into the pool. "A flash in the eyes of dragons that guard the Portal."
"All I see is dust," Palin said after a moment's intense gaze, "and cobwebs and mouse dung. You're imagining things."
"Am I?" Dalamar asked. His sardonic tone had softened, was unusually somber. "I wonder."
"You wonder what?"
"A great many things," said Dalamar.
Palin eyed the dark elf closely but could not read on that gaunt and drawn face a single thought stirring behind the dark eyes. In his black robes, Dalamar was indistinguishable from the darkness of the chamber. Only his hands with their delicate fingers could be seen, and they appeared to be hands that lacked a body. The long-lived elf was presumably in the prime of life, but his wasted form, consumed by the fever of frustrated ambition, might have belonged to an elder of his race.
I shouldn't be casting aspersions. What does he see when he looks at me? Palin asked himself. A shabby, middle-aged man. My face wan and wasted. My hair graying, thin. My eyes the embittered eyes of one who has not found what he was promised.
I stand on the edge of wondrous magic created by my uncle, and what have I done, except fail everyone who ever expected anything of me. Including myself. Goldmoon is just the most recent. I should be with her. A hero like my father would be with her, no matter that it meant sacrificing his freedom, perhaps his life. Yet here I am, skulking in the basement of this Tower.
"Stop fidgeting, will you?" Dalamar said irritably. "You'll slip and fall in the pool. Look there." He pointed excitedly to the water. "Mina has arrived." Dalamar rubbed his thin hands. "Now we will see and hear something to our advantage."
Palin halted on the edge of the pool, wavering in his decision. If he left immediately, walked the corridors of magic, he might yet reach Goldmoon in time to protect her. Yet, he could not pull himself away. He stared down at the pool in dread fascination.
"I can see nothing in this wizard's murk," Mina was saying loudly. "We need more light."
The light in the chamber grew brighter, so bright that it dazzled eyes accustomed to the darkness.
"I didn't know Mina was a mage," said Palin, shading his eyes with his hand.
"She's not," said Dalamar shortly. He cast Palin a strange glance. "Doesn't that tell you something?"
Palin ignored the question, concentrated on the conversation.
"You ... you are so beautiful, Mother," Mina said softly, awed. "You look just as I imagined."
Sinking to her knees, the girl extended her hands. "Come, kiss me, Mother," she cried, tears falling. "Kiss me as you used to. I am Mina. Your Mina."
"And so she was, for many years," murmured Palin, watching in sorrowful concern as Goldmoon advanced unsteadily to clasp her adopted child in her arms. "Goldmoon found Mina washed up on the shore, presumably the survivor of some terrible ship wreck, though no wreckage or bodies or any other survivors were ever discovered. They brought her to the Citadel's orphanage. Intelligent, bold, fearless, Mina charmed all, including Goldmoon, who took the child to her heart. And then, one day, at the age of fourteen, Mina ran away. We searched, but we could find no trace of her, nor could anyone say why she had gone, for she had seemed so happy. Goldmoon's heart broke, then."
"Of course, Goldmoon found her," Dalamar said. "She was meant to find her."
"What do you mean?" Palin glanced at Dalamar, but the elf's expression was enigmatic.
Dalamar shrugged, said nothing, gestured back to the dark pool.
"Mina!" Goldmoon whispered, rocking her adopted daughter. "Mina! Child ... why did you leave us when we all loved you so much?"
"I left for love of you, Mother. I left to seek what you wanted so desperately. And I found it, Mother! I found it for you.
"Dearest Mother." Mina took hold of Goldmoon's hands and pressed them to her lips. "All that I am and all that I have done, I have done for you."
"I ... don't understand, child," Goldmoon faltered. "You wear the symbol of evil, of darkness.... Where did you go? Where have you been? What has happened to you?"
Mina laughed. "Where I went and where I have been is not important. What happened to me along the way—that is what you must hear.
"Do you remember, Mother, the stories you used to tell me? The story about how you traveled into darkness to search for the gods? And how you found the gods and brought faith in the gods back to the people of the world?"
"Yes," said Goldmoon. She had gone so very pale that Palin determined to be with her, cost him what it might.
He began to chant the words of magic. The words that came out of his mouth, however, were not the words that had formed in his brain. Those words were rounded, smooth, flowed easily. The words he spoke were thick and square-sided, tumbled out like blocks dropped on the floor.
He halted, angry at himself, forced himself to calm down and try again. He knew the spell, could have said it backward. He might well have said it backward, for all the sense it made.
"You're doing this to me!" Palin said accusingly.
Dalamar was amused. "Me?" He waved his hand. "Go to Goldmoon, if you want. Die with her, if you want. I'm not stopping you."
"Then who is? This One God?"
Dalamar regarded him in silence a moment, then turned back to gaze down into the pool. He folded his hands in the sleeves of his robes. "There was no past, Majere. You went back in time. There was no past."
"You told me the gods were gone, Mother," Mina said. "You told me that because the gods were gone we had to rely on ourselves to find our way in the world. But I didn't believe that story, Mother.
"Oh"—Mina placed her hand over Goldmoon's mouth, silencing her-"I don't think you lied to me. You were mistaken, that was all. You see, I knew better. I knew there was a god for I heard the voice of the god when I was little and our boat sank and I was cast alone into the sea. You found me on the shore, do you remember, Mother? But you never knew how I came to be there, because I promised I would never tell. The others drowned, but I was saved. The god held me and supported me and sang to me when I was afraid of the loneliness and dark.
"You said there were no gods, Mother, but I knew you were wrong. So I did what you did. I went to find god and bring god back to you. And I've done that, Mother. The miracle of the storm. That is the One God. The miracle of your youth and beauty. That is the One God, Mother."
"Now do you understand, Majere?" Dalamar said softly.
"I think I am beginning to," said Palin. His broken hands clasped tightly together. The room was cold, his fingers ached with the chill. "I would add, 'the gods help us,' but that might be out of place."
"Hush!" Dalamar snapped. "I can't hear. What did she say?"
"You asked for this," Goldmoon demanded, indicating her altered body with a gesture. "This is not me. It is your vision of me...."
"Aren't you pleased?" Mina continued, not hearing her or not wanting to hear. "I have so much to tell you that will please you. I've brought the miracle of healing back into the world with the power of the One God. With the blessing of the One, I felled the shield the elves had raised over Silvanesti and I killed the treacherous dragon Cyan Bloodbane. A truly monstrous green dragon, Beryl, is dead by the power of the One God. The elven nations that were corrupt and faithless have both been destroyed, their people dead."
"The elven nations destroyed!" Dalamar gasped, his eyes burning. "She lies! She cannot mean that!"
"Strange to say this, but I do not think Mina knows how to lie," Palin said.
"But in death, they will find redemption," Mina preached. "Death will lead them to the One God."
"I see blood on these hands," Goldmoon said, her voice tremulous. "The blood of thousands! This god you have found is terrible god. A god of darkness and evil!"
"The One God told me you would feel this way, Mother," Mina responded. "When the other gods departed and you thought you were left alone, you were angry and afraid. You felt betrayed, and that was only natural. For you had been betrayed. The gods in which you had so misguidedly placed your faith fled in fear...."
"No!" Goldmoon cried out. She rose unsteadily to her feet and fell away from Mina, holding out her hand in warding. "No, Child, I don't believe it. I won't listen to you."
Mina seized Goldmoon's hand.
"You will listen, Mother. You must, so that you will understand. The gods fled in fear of Chaos, Mother. All except one. One god remained loyal to the people she had helped to create. One only had the courage to face the terror of the Father of All and of Nothing. The battle left her weak. Too weak to make manifest her presence in the world. Too weak to fight the strange dragons that came to take her place. But although she could not be with her people, she gave gifts to her people to help them fight the dragons. The magic that they called the wild magic, the power of healing that you know as the power of the heart ... those were her gifts. Her gifts to you."
"If those were her gifts, then why did the dead need to steal them for her ..." said Dalamar softly. "Look! Look there!" He pointed to the still water.
"I see." Palin breathed.
The heads of the five dragons that guarded what had once been the Portal to the Abyss began to glow with an eerie radiance, one red, one blue, one green, one white, one black.
"What fools we have been," Palin murmured.
"Kneel down," Mina commanded Goldmoon, "and offer your prayers of faith and thanksgiving to the One True God. The One God who remained faithful to her creation—"
"No, I don't believe what you are telling me!" Goldmoon said, standing fast. "You have been deceived, Child. I know this One God. I know her of old. I know her tricks and her lies and deceits."
Goldmoon looked at the five-headed dragon.
"I do not believe your lies, Takhisis!" Goldmoon said defiantly. "I will never believe that the blessed Paladine and Mishakal left us to your mercy!"
"They didn't leave, did they?" Palin said.
"No," Dalamar said. "They did not."
"You are what you have always been," Goldmoon cried. "A god of Evil who does not want worshipers, you want slaves! I will never bow down to you! I will never serve you!"
White fire flared from the eyes of the five dragons. Palin watched in horror to see Goldmoon begin to wither in the terrible heat.
"Too late," said Dalamar with terrible calm. "Too late. For her. And for us. They'll be coming for us soon. You know that."
"This chamber is hidden—" Palin began.
"From Takhisis?" Dalamar gave a mirthless laugh. "She knew of this chamber's existence long before your uncle showed it to me. How could anything be hidden from the 'One God'? The One God who stole away Krynn!"
"As I said, what fools we have been," said Palin.
"You yourself discovered the truth, Majere. You used the device to journey back to Krynn's past, yet you could go back only to the moment Chaos was defeated. Prior to that, there was no past. Why? Because in that moment, Takhisis stole the past, the present, and the future. She stole the world. The clues were there, if we'd had sense enough to read them."
"So the future Tasslehoff saw—"
Excerpted from Dragons of a Vanished Moon by Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman. Copyright © 2002 by Wizards of the Coast, Inc.. Excerpted by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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Posted July 3, 2013
If you are new to Margaret and Tracy you need to go back to Dragon
s of Autumn (1984) and read the twelve books of the Dragonlance. I found them many years ago but it was kind of hit or miss until I received my Nook and was able to find the follow on books. So if you want some winter reading try out the two ladies.
Posted February 15, 2004
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Posted October 19, 2003
Just finished it, it was average. The same grammatical errors. It was kind of boring me,I wanted to finish the book quickly, not because I was so enthralled but rather bored. I hate to say this about Margaret and Tracy but I did not find this book to be up to par. Some chapters were done very well while others dragged on and on. I won't be too critical however, because they are doing something I could only dream of, which is to be a successful author. It is a good fantasy novel and I will go check out Margaret's new book 'Mistress of Dragons', it sounds very interesting and possibly a fresh change of pace from the Drgonlance saga.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted August 26, 2003
OK you've got the evil girl who thinks what she's doing is good, You've got the 'Puppet King' you've got the tough and awesome warrior girl, You've got the minotaur that you love so much and hate him all at the same time, So what makes this series/book different? WELL DUH! You don't find work like M. Weis and T. Hickmans work everyday! I loved this book and the others in the series it was totally awesome, I even read it while I was eating (and got pretty good at it too.) I've read 8 of them and reading the ninth as I type this (with difficulty....) Go out buy the book, For your sake and mine! MINA! MINA! MINA!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted July 19, 2003
This book is totally awsome! i reccomend it to the whole world cuz it rocks! It still kinda leaves you hanging and i think that margaret weis and tracy hickman need to write like a conclusion about like Odelia and the knight of slomnia.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted February 16, 2003
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Posted December 31, 2002
After finishing a book, I often miss its world, and Goldmoon's role here brought back past books. Great for new readers, and long time followers alike!PS if you know of any good books feel free to email me!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted September 23, 2002
This books was so beautifully written. No authors can capture my mind and heart like M. Weis and T. Hickman. The magic of Krynn was truly back in the War of Souls Trilogy...!!! I can't wait for the next trilogy.!!!!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted September 12, 2002
This is one of Weis and Hickman's greatest Dragonlance books. The plot is so well done and the characters are so greatly detailed you will wish that you were one of them. This book will make you read all the dragonlance books and keep waiting for more.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted August 8, 2002
Book 3 in the series wraps up the trilogy, but also tries to wrap up Weis and Hickman's DragonLance career. After finishing the book, it seemed to me that the authors were saying goodbye to readers and putting a cap on this wonderful series. I'm sure there will be more books from other authors in the series, but they're just not the same. Weis and Hickman created something so wonderful with Chronicles 1 that the rest just can't quite live up to. I'll always look forward to these authors other books, but their DragonLance books will always be something special and well worth reading over and over again.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted July 2, 2002
Thrown into a whirlwind of characters, settings and oppinions, you don't know who to believe, who to side with. It shows you how each side feels, how they are, in some ways, alike. It is one of the best books I must say that I have ever read.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted July 1, 2002
This is simply one of the best, if not THE BEST DL book ever written. It ties up loose ends, but even better are the endless possibilities it has left open. Some DL fans were afraid that DL would die off after this book. Wrong! READ THIS BOOK!!! Valthonis Rules!!!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted July 4, 2002
Dragons of a Vanish Moon is so awesome! I love the War of Souls and all the other Dragonlance books. But and here's the biggie: This is the best Dragonlance book ever. But (yes another one) don't take my word for it... Read!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted July 7, 2002
I'm sure if you're reading this one, you've already read the last two in the trilogy. This one is not as strong as the others, and a bit farfetched and inconclusive. Not very strong character development as all the other books in the saga. Yet, I'm sure you'll read this one anyway since you've read the first two.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted July 6, 2002
Posted July 19, 2002
Finally, I can write about this book uninhibited. I must say that there will be spoilers in this review so you are warned. This trilogy in my opinion rivals the Chronicles themselves. I believe it's probably one of the best if not THE best DL books/trilogy ever written. One of my fears, as it was a fear of many others I had spoken with, was that after Tracy and Margaret finished this book DL would basically die off. That the 3rd novel would tie off loose ends and everything would end. ¿Dragons of a Vanished Moon¿ was supposed to tie off loose ends and it did do that to a certain extent. But you see it did just the opposite as well and on a more grandiose scale that I thought possible. It left open so many different possibilities and left open so many loose ends that there is now a basis for another 100 DL books! Dragonlance fans could not have asked for anything more. Valthonis alone is a trilogy and then some. Porthios has been left untouched. We don¿t even know if he is alive or dead. ¿The Lioness¿ hasn't even been released yet. Elves of both nations are homeless, and their numbers are so small it¿s scary. Dalamar still lives and he has his magic back. Mina still lives, but is without her goddess. Galdar still lives but he still has his Mina. And lets not forget that magic is back!! I missed magic so much that it hurt. The Minotaur trilogy due out next year is only a beginning. Even the arrangement of the Gods themselves needs to be addressed now that Tahkisis is dead and Paladine is mortal. Wow, Tahkisis is dead? Paladine is moral? No reader predicted that, and if they say they did they¿re lying. This is nothing less than a whole new beginning for the world of Krynn. We embark on an adventure that is nothing less spectacular and awe inspiring then that feeling you had when you read the Chronicles for the first time. This book, this trilogy has only added to the greatness that is Dragonlance. I¿ve found a new fascination and longing for new Dragonlance books. (if that were possible) I look forward to this new beginning... I look forward to reading more on our new friends that we¿ve come to know and love in this trilogy. I eagerly await the new books that will come out in the future and take us places we¿ve never been and to places we¿ve been many times before. My friends and fellow Dragonlance readers, prepare yourselves¿¿ Respectively Written, Faar Kivan Avid reader and Admirer of all that is DragonlanceWas this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted July 16, 2002
The conclusion to the War od Souls has lived up to my expectation by far. I will not spoil the experience for potential readers of the book by retelling the story line, but what I can say is, tahkisis will be missed. Good job guys.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.