Gate Mage Danny North had defied death at the hands of Westfil families; battled and defeated the Gate Thief; and opened the Great Gate been Earth and Westfil. Now he must struggle with the awful truth of what that pyrrhic victory will really mean.... An evocative epic fantasy.
Gatefather (Mither Mages Series #3)by Orson Scott Card
In Gatefather, the third installment in the Mithermages series, New York Times bestselling author Orson Scott Card continues his fantastic tale of the Mages of Westil who live in exile on Earth.
Danny North is the first Gate Mage to be born on Earth in nearly 2000 years, or at least the first to survive to claim his power. Families of Westil in exile on/i>
In Gatefather, the third installment in the Mithermages series, New York Times bestselling author Orson Scott Card continues his fantastic tale of the Mages of Westil who live in exile on Earth.
Danny North is the first Gate Mage to be born on Earth in nearly 2000 years, or at least the first to survive to claim his power. Families of Westil in exile on Earth have had a treaty that required the death of any suspected Gate Mage. The wars between the Families had been terrible, until at last they realized it was their own survival in question. But a Gate Mage, one who could build a Great Gate back to Westil, would give his own Family a terrible advantage over all the others, and reignite the wars. So they all had to die. And if the Families didn't kill them, the Gate Thief would-that mysterious Mage who destroyed every Great Gate, and the Gate Mage, before it could be opened between Earth and Westil.
But Danny survived. And Danny battled the Gate Thief, and won.
What he didn't know at the time was that the Gate Thief had a very good reason for closing the Great Gates-and Danny has now fallen into the power of that great enemy of both Earth and Westil.
“This ambitious tale is well crafted, highly detailed, and pleasantly accessible.” Publishers Weekly on The Lost Gate
“The Lost Gate is without question a fun and entertaining journey that readers will definitely want to continue. I for one, can't wait to read more about Danny, Wad, gate magic, and the Mither Mages...” Fantasy Book Critic on The Lost Gate
“The author of Ender's Game brings his masterful storytelling to a new series that should find favor among his many fans as well as readers looking for more stories in the Harry Potter vein.” Library Journal on The Lost Gate
The Lost Gate is without question a fun and entertaining journey that readers will definitely want to continue. I for one, can't wait to read more about Danny, Wad, gate magic, and the Mither Mages...
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A Novel of the Mithermages
By Orson Scott Card
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It was Pat who called the meeting of Danny's friends. "Right after school, in the place," she said to each of them. Then she immediately changed the subject, to forestall questions. Parry McCluer High School was not the place to have this discussion. They couldn't afford to be overheard.
Pat cut her last class of the day, so she was already in the small clearing in the woods overlooking the high school when the others began to arrive. As she expected, they each popped into existence in their regular spot. First Laurette and Sin, because they had last period together. Then Xena, who arrived talking, as if she had used her gate in mid-conversation with somebody else.
Xena caught Pat's glare and glared back. "I was talking to Wheeler," she said, "behind the school with nobody else around. I'm not an idiot."
"Wheeler is," said Laurette.
"Wheeler is what?" asked Wheeler, who arrived wiping his hands on the back of his pants. Pat wondered idly if he had come a few moments after Xena so he'd have a chance to pick his nose and wipe his finger on his clothes. Well, give the boy credit for wanting to do it when nobody was looking.
"Drop it," said Xena. "You're here now."
"What about Hal?" asked Pat.
"He's doing some kind of computer experiment thing," said Wheeler. "Might as well start without him."
"Might as well not," said Pat.
"What's this about?" asked Laurette.
"When Hal is here," said Pat.
"So mysterious," said Sin.
"You like mystery," said Xena. "It's like we're living inside The X-Files."
"Is this another intervention?" asked Wheeler.
"Do you see a sign?" asked Laurette.
Pat thought back to the time when they forced Danny to tell them the truth about himself by staging an intervention disguised as a birthday party. Only Danny hadn't told them. He took their ultimatum — tell us who or what you really are, or we're not friends — and made the wrong choice. They followed him home and it was the Greek Lockfriend, Hermia, who ended up telling them that Danny North was a Norse god, after a fashion. A gatemage, who could create passages through which people could pass instantaneously from one place to another.
Hermia also enlisted them as Danny's servants. She was very cold about it. They weren't Danny's equals, and so the only way to be his friends was to serve his purposes. They had all agreed, though they really had no idea what it meant at the time. At first it was really cool — the amulets he made for them, that brought them to this clearing in the woods; the occasional trips anywhere in the world. The time he enlisted Hal and Wheeler to help him dig out an ancient cave opening in Egypt. The time he had them memorize a proclamation, then gated them to each of the great Families to recite it to them. It felt so much bigger than anything they had ever imagined.
Laurette and Sin immediately got flirty with Danny in a way they had never been before, but it was Xena who quite openly started lobbying to have his baby. Danny rejected her advances, kindly but clearly refusing to father children on anybody. Xena hadn't let go of it — she imagined that because Danny wasn't actually cruel to her, he was secretly in love with her.
Pat saw all this with something halfway between amusement and disgust. The only girl who worried her was the Greek gatemage, Hermia. Because she was a mage like Danny, only weaker — she couldn't actually make gates, only find them and open and close them — he spent a lot of time with her. But Pat saw something about Hermia that Danny couldn't see — that she was using him, that she could not be trusted. Hermia didn't show any close bond to him. She wasn't his.
And when Pat went to his house late one night to warn him about Hermia, something happened. Pat ended up confessing to him something she hadn't realized until that moment: that she herself was in love with him — the only one of the girls who really was. And Danny responded by kissing her and telling her that he loved her in return. It was so overwhelming, emotionally, that if he had wanted to, she would have made love to him then and there.
But Danny refused. He wouldn't do it. He wasn't going to have sex with anybody until he actually made a lifelong commitment and married someone. Period. No exceptions, not even for true love.
After she left, Pat was stunned and humiliated by her own audacity in going to his little two-room house, alone, and practically throwing herself at him. She felt as stupid and obvious as Xena.
Except that Danny had wanted her. He loved her. So there was nothing to feel stupid about. That mantra kept her going.
Then Danny took them through a Great Gate to the world of Westil. He had been forced into making the Great Gate by Hermia's betrayal, and the purpose was to take the Mithermage Families through the Great Gate to Westil and then bring them all back to Earth, to Mittlegard. Passage through a Great Gate also brought mages to the peak of their powers. Danny had hoped that if any of his nonmagical drowther friends from Parry McCluer High had latent magical abilities, they would emerge after that passage.
None of the others reported having any changes in them. But that didn't prove anything, because a new power had emerged in Pat, and she hadn't told anybody. Though it was hard to imagine any of the others keeping something like that secret. Maybe Hal. But the others would blab or brag or be so scared they would have to talk to somebody.
Pat had no such need. She recognized what was going on the moment she felt the air of Westil moving against her skin. Then, moments later, when she returned to Earth, the same feeling was there. It wasn't Westil's air that mattered to her after passing through a Great Gate — it was air. Air in motion. Air with power.
She had always loved the wind, from breezes to gales. She was not surprised that this turned out to be her affinity, and she began to be able to spin little whirlwinds, to raise a breeze, even a wind. A few times, walking alone down a steep hill, she had created a wind that lifted her off her feet and carried her several yards in whatever direction she chose.
I can fly, she had thought. Yet she told no one, not even Danny. She meant to, but it never came up. And she was afraid he'd see what she could do and say, Is that all?
No, Danny would never show disappointment. He'd be very encouraging. But she'd see in his eyes that he was not impressed.
So she held off, working on her windmagery privately so she'd have something worth showing when she finally told him.
But today something happened that made her own pathetic magery seem utterly unimportant. Because Pat had reason to believe that Danny was in grave danger.
No. Not danger. She had reason to believe that the worst thing had already happened to him.
"So what is this meeting about, Pat?" asked Hal.
He must have arrived while she was in her reverie.
"I don't think this meeting should take place here," said Pat.
Everyone seemed exasperated. "Then why did you bring us here?" demanded Wheeler.
"Because this is where the emergency escape gate is," said Pat. "What I tell you about, I want to say in front of Danny's friend in DC. Stone."
"Why?" asked Hal. "We don't even know him."
"But Danny does. And Stone knows about magery. He can tell us what to do, and what not to do."
"About what?" demanded Sin. "You're being so bossy and creepy."
"About Danny," said Pat.
She couldn't watch everyone at once, but it seemed to her that all the other girls flinched or stiffened or looked away when she spoke of doing something about Danny.
Pat rose to her feet and walked to the tree that held the small gate leading to DC. She touched the spot under the tree limb and just like that, with no physical sensation but the change of air, she was in a dark attic room.
By the light slanting through the shutters of the east-facing cupola window, she saw the low table with a stack of pennies on it. They were the arsenal Danny had created; each penny had gates on either side. If they arrived with an enemy in pursuit, they were to handle the pennies by the edge only, and throw them at the pursuer. The gate would hurtle their enemy to some far-off, awkward location, almost all of them with police or military close by.
But her pursuers this time were her friends, and she stepped away from the gate so they could come through without bumping her out of the way. Danny had told them about a time when he gated himself into a space occupied by Coach Lieder's hand, shattering the bones of his fingers into slivers inside little bags of flesh. Pat didn't want that to happen to her whole body.
She glanced over only long enough to see that it was Laurette who had come right after her. "Move out of the way of the gate," said Pat, "and keep the others up here. I'm going to find Stone."
"Can I turn on a light?" asked Laurette.
Pat was already out the door and heading down the stairs.
She found Stone in the kitchen, talking earnestly with two men in suits. For a moment Pat thought: We're betrayed, he's talking to the enemy. But then she realized that whatever enemy she was thinking of was not all that likely to be wearing suits, and there were a thousand perfectly honorable reasons Stone might be having such a conversation.
"Good to see you," said Stone cheerfully. He turned to the men. "I'm so sorry, but I do believe our time is up. I have to deal with some of my guests."
"What are you running here, a hotel?" asked one of the men, pretending it was a joke.
"A hospitable home," said Stone with a smile. "You'll see, someday."
"I hope not," said the other man. "He makes a terrible houseguest."
Stone took Pat firmly by the hand and led her out of the kitchen and up the stairs. He bounded upward with surprising speed and agility, for someone who looked to be middle-aged. But then, he had passed through a Great Gate too. He was in perfect health.
After the third-floor landing, he spoke to her softly. "What kind of mage are you?" he asked.
"Mage?" she replied.
"Whatever you've got," said Stone, "it's strong. Scary strong. I thought Danny's friends were all drowthers."
"That's why he passed us through the gate in Maine ahead of everyone else," said Pat. "Nobody knows about me."
"I'll keep your secret." Then he hesitated a moment. "Wind, I'm betting."
"You win," said Pat.
"How many of you are coming? Anyone in pursuit?"
"All of us," said Pat, "and no."
"Why are you here, then?" asked Stone. "If this is just a field trip to the nation's capital, I'm not in favor of it. There are buses and trains."
"There's something wrong with Danny, and I want you to hear about it along with the others."
Stone didn't ask any more questions. Most adults would have demanded that she tell more, right then. But he actually heard her request that he hear her story along with the others. He respected her decision and complied with her plan, undoubting. What other adult did that?
They were all sitting on the cot or the rickety old chairs, except Sin, who sat on the floor. "Hello, Mr. Stone," said Laurette.
"Not 'mister,'" said Stone. "Just 'Stone.'"
"My mother would kill me," said Laurette. "I was raised with manners."
"An admirable skill, manners," said Stone. He gently pushed Wheeler off the firmest chair and sat on it himself. So his respect for teenagers didn't extend to everybody. Maybe it only extended to fellow mages.
Wheeler didn't protest. He just sat on the floor and gathered his legs and arms into a position that Pat knew would leave him aching in only a few minutes.
But it was her meeting, and it was time to start. "Danny's changed," said Pat. "And it's enough of a change that I'm afraid he might already have been possessed by Set. By the Belgod."
Everyone became attentive.
"It's going to sound stupid and vain," said Pat, "but I think it's important."
"Instead of discussing the merits of 'it,'" said Stone, "please just tell us, straight out, what 'it' is."
Pat realized that Stone was right, she was talking around her observation because there was so much potential for embarrassment. But embarrassment didn't matter if Danny was in danger. "Every one of us girls made a play for Danny," she said, though she loathed comparing what she had done with the way the others had flirted and teased. "And he turned us all down."
"Hard to understand," said Stone. Pat wondered if any of the others knew he was being ironic.
"It's just a fact," said Pat. "He told us all he was interested, he liked girls, but he wasn't going to make any bastards or be the kind of god who went around having sex with ... drowthers."
Stone nodded. "That was a wise policy, and I'm not surprised Danny had the strength to stick to it."
"Not surprised because you don't think we're all that attractive?" asked Xena, her ear always attuned to the possibility that she had been insulted.
"Stick to the point, Xena," said Pat.
"I don't know the point, you haven't told us," said Xena.
"The point is this. Nicki Lieder — the coach's daughter — she came to me this morning during lunch and told me, very quietly, that she was pregnant, and Danny was the only possible father."
"That little mouse?" said Laurette disdainfully.
"Mouse?" said Hal. "Have you seen her since she came back to school?"
"What does she have that we don't have?" said Xena.
Wheeler looked as if he wouldn't mind making a list for her, so Pat forestalled him. "That's my point," said Pat. "Why would he sleep with her, but not us?"
"She raped him," said Hal.
"Ha ha," said Sin.
"She told me," said Pat, "because he wasn't in school today and she needed to tell him about the pregnancy. She's going to tell her father this afternoon."
"Coach Lieder's going to kill Danny," said Hal.
"Not likely," said Stone.
"She wanted to give Danny a heads-up," said Pat. "Because she reported the encounter to the police the morning after it happened. She reported it as a rape."
"She accused Danny?" asked Xena.
"No," said Pat. "She didn't name names, she said she didn't see his face and couldn't even say what race he was, or how tall or anything. She said she didn't know her assailant."
"Oh, good," said Sin. "So I won't have to kill her."
"The point is that Danny's DNA is out there as a rapist," said Pat. "I don't imagine Danny's DNA is in any database, but if he's arrested for something else ..."
"Gross," said Laurette. "He left it in her."
"I thought when you reported rape, they, like, took care of it," said Xena. "The pregnancy."
"She didn't let them," said Pat. "She told them she had a religious objection to anything like abortion."
"She wanted his baby," said Xena.
"So did you," pointed out Wheeler.
"But I wouldn't have pretended he raped me," said Xena.
"No, you would have bragged it was him," said Hal. "She reported it as rape so that if she got pregnant, she could give the police report to her father and he wouldn't pester her to find out who the father is."
"Smart girl," said Stone. "She was protecting Danny."
"I haven't told you the important part yet," said Pat.
They fell silent again.
"Nicki said that it happened at Danny's house. She went there in the middle of the night. It was the same night after he made the gate in ... that place. Remember how tired he was?"
"No," said Laurette, "which makes me think you were over there pestering him the same night."
"Well, you'd be correct," said Pat.
The other girls made a show of being shocked.
Pat looked Stone straight in the eyes. "Danny and I are in love," she told him. "I wanted to spend the night with him. To move in with him if I could. He said — and demonstrated — how willing he was. Eager. But he still wouldn't do it. For the same reason as always. He said he wasn't going to be a typical god."
"That's how he turned us all down," said Xena.
"But that same night, Nicki says she walked there at two a.m. and just opened his door and went in and there he was, mostly undressed, lying on top of his bed, and ... she said he was ready for her. Sexually." Pat blushed, knowing why Danny was in that state, and then hated herself for blushing, and blushed all the more because of that. Thank heaven the attic was so dark.
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Meet the Author
ORSON SCOTT CARD is the author of the international bestsellers Shadow of the Giant, Shadow Puppets, Shadow of the Hegemon, and Ender's Shadow, and of the beloved classic of science fiction, Ender's Game, as well as the acclaimed fantasy series The Tales of Alvin Maker. He lives in Greensboro, North Carolina.
- Greensboro, North Carolina
- Date of Birth:
- August 24, 1951
- Place of Birth:
- Richland, Washington
- B.A. in theater, Brigham Young University, 1975; M.A. in English, University of Utah, 1981
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The first two books in this series were intriguing tales full of adventures which brought me back for more. Unfortunately Card seemed less enthused with writing this series than I was with reading it. I feel robbed of any real attempt to grow the characters further through prose and instead made heavy use of plot devices reminiscent of Dragon Ball Z's Hyperbolic Time Chamber. But I guess it's all OK because heck the whole story is about magic anyhow. Severely disappointed.
Round and round the dialogue goes. Where the plot finally progresses nobody knows. There was a LOT of pointless and drawn out conversation between characters. It seems less like them trying to work something out and more like Card got stuck in a loop with himself. Does he have people read his books before publishing them now or did getting Enders Game made into a movie (failure on so many levels) go to his head.
Seems like the book was rushed. Not nearly as good as the first 2 of the series. Worth reading but left me disappointed
Tidy, if less-than-stellar, ending I liked the first two books in the Mithermage trilogy better than this one, but I still read it all in one long session. This book doesn't have much action or suspense. The plot is mostly driven by conversations among characters. There is also a lot of metaphysical soul-searching about good and evil, the nature of the soul, the afterlife, gods and demons, and freedom of choice. However, OSC does wrap up all of the loose ends and tells us what happens to all of the major characters.
This book can be summed up in four words - All Talk, No Action. I managed to plow through the first 80 pages and then found myself skimming ahead. I finally jumped to the next to last chapter just so I could get a sense of how the series would end. The 200+ pages in between were never missed.
Lots of talking heads, lots of preaching and an utterly predictable novel. Danny is perfect to a fault and Pat is a convenient piece of clay that becomes whatever Danny needs her to be. Wheeler had so much potential and I would have loved to see him given more shine. Card's personal beliefs were on FULL ATTACK mode here-overwhelmingly so. If you have read the prior two novels I would read this to finish the arc...it's quick and mostly harmless. If you have not begun the series yet? Don't. This is my second and final series by Card.
I liked the book