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Pawn of Prophecy (Belgariad Series #1)
     

Pawn of Prophecy (Belgariad Series #1)

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by David Eddings, Leigh Eddings
 

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"Eddings' BELGARIAD is exactly the kind of fantasy I like. It has magic, adventure, humor, mystery, and a certain delightful human insight."
Piers Anthony
Long ago, the Storyteller claimed, in this first book of THE BELGARIAD, the evil god Torak drove men and Gods to war. But Belgarath the Sorcerer led men to reclaim the Orb that protected men of the

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"Eddings' BELGARIAD is exactly the kind of fantasy I like. It has magic, adventure, humor, mystery, and a certain delightful human insight."
Piers Anthony
Long ago, the Storyteller claimed, in this first book of THE BELGARIAD, the evil god Torak drove men and Gods to war. But Belgarath the Sorcerer led men to reclaim the Orb that protected men of the West. So long as it lay at Riva, the prophecy went, men would be safe.
But Garion did not believe in such stories. Brought up on a quiet farm by his Aunt Pol, how could he know that the Apostate planned to wake dread Torak, or that he would be led on a quest of unparalleled magic and danger by those he loved--but did not know...?

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Eddings's second novel, Pawn of Prophecy, which appeared nine years after High Hunt, was the first to have a fantasy setting. Its success allowed him to write full-time, and he launched both the "Belgariad" and "Malloreon" series. These series chronicle the adventures of Garion, a young orphan, who gradually recognizes his own magic abilities as extraordinary events begin to overtake the ordinary occurrences of his world. By accepting his own powers, Garion is able to enlist the aid of warriors and sorcerers to combat the followers of the evil god Torak. A Publishers Weekly reviewer remarks that Pawn of Prophecy was "obviously part of a longer work" and noted that Eddings's first volume was "a promising start."

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780345335517
Publisher:
Random House Publishing Group
Publication date:
01/28/1986
Series:
Belgariad Series , #1
Edition description:
Reissue
Pages:
272
Sales rank:
95,725
Product dimensions:
6.94(w) x 10.88(h) x 0.73(d)
Lexile:
900L (what's this?)
Age Range:
14 - 18 Years

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Chapter One

The first thing the boy Garion remembered was the kitchen at Faldor’s farm. For all the rest of his life he had a special warm feeling for kitchens and those peculiar sounds and smells that seemed somehow to combine into a bustling seriousness that had to do with love and food and comfort and security and, above all, home. No matter how high Garion rose in life, he never forgot that all his memories began in that kitchen.

The kitchen at Faldor’s farm was a large, low-beamed room filled with ovens and kettles and great spits that turned slowly in cavernlike arched fireplaces. There were long, heavy worktables where bread was kneaded into loaves and chickens were cut up and carrots and celery were diced with quick, crisp rocking movements of long, curved knives. When Garion was very small, he played under those tables and soon learned to keep his fingers and toes out from un- der the feet of the kitchen helpers who worked around them. And sometimes in the late afternoon when he grew tired, he would lie in a corner and stare into one of the flickering fires that gleamed and reflected back from the hundred polished pots and knives and long-handled spoons that hung from pegs along the whitewashed walls and, all bemused, he would drift off into sleep in perfect peace and harmony with all the world around him.

The center of the kitchen and everything that happened there was Aunt Pol. She seemed somehow to be able to be everywhere at once. The finishing touch that plumped a goose in its roasting pan or deftly shaped a rising loaf or garnished a smoking ham fresh from the oven was always hers. Though there were several others who worked in the kitchen, no loaf, stew, soup, roast, or vegetable ever went out of it that had not been touched at least once by Aunt Pol. She knew by smell, taste, or some higher instinct what each dish required, and she seasoned them all by pinch or trace or a negligent-seeming shake from earthenware spice pots. It was as if there was a kind of magic about her, a knowledge and power beyond that of ordinary people. And yet, even at her busiest, she always knew precisely where Garion was. In the very midst of crimping a pie crust or decorating a special cake or stitching up a freshly stuffed chicken she could, without looking, reach out a leg and hook him back out from under the feet of others with heel or ankle.

As he grew a bit older, it even became a game. Garion would watch until she seemed far too busy to notice him, and then, laughing, he would run on his sturdy little legs toward a door. But she would always catch him. And he would laugh and throw his arms around her neck and kiss her and then go back to watching for his next chance to run away again.

He was quite convinced in those early years that his Aunt Pol was quite the most important and beautiful woman in the world. For one thing, she was taller than the other women on Faldor’s farm—very nearly as tall as a man—and her face was always serious—even stern—except with him, of course. Her hair was long and very dark—almost black—all but one lock just above her left brow which was white as new snow. At night when she tucked him into the little bed close beside her own in their private room above the kitchen, he would reach out and touch that white lock; she would smile at him and touch his face with a soft hand. Then he would sleep, content in the knowledge that she was there, watching over him.

Faldor’s farm lay very nearly in the center of Sendaria, a misty kingdom bordered on the west by the Sea of the Winds and on the east by the Gulf of Cherek. Like all farmhouses in that particular time and place, Faldor’s farmstead was not one building or two, but rather was a solidly constructed complex of sheds and barns and hen roosts and dovecotes all facing inward upon a central yard with a stout gate at the front. Along the second story gallery were the rooms, some spacious, some quite tiny, in which lived the farmhands who tilled and planted and weeded the extensive fields beyond the walls. Faldor himself lived in quarters in the square tower above the central dining hall where his workers assembled three times a day—sometimes four during harvest time—to feast on the bounty of Aunt Pol’s kitchen.

All in all, it was quite a happy and harmonious place. Farmer Faldor was a good master. He was a tall, serious man with a long nose and an even longer jaw. Though he seldom laughed or even smiled, he was kindly to those who worked for him and seemed more intent on maintaining them all in health and well-being than extracting the last possible ounce of sweat from them. In many ways he was more like a father than a master to the sixty-odd people who lived on his freeholding. He ate with them—which was unusual, since many farmers in the district sought to hold themselves aloof from their workers—and his presence at the head of the central table in the dining hall exerted a restraining influence on some of the younger ones who tended sometimes to be boisterous. Farmer Fal- dor was a devout man, and he invariably invoked with simple eloquence the blessing of the Gods before each meal. The people of his farm, knowing this, filed with some decorum into the dining hall before each meal and sat in the semblance at least of piety before attacking the heaping platters and bowls of food that Aunt Pol and her helpers had placed before them.

Because of Faldor’s good heart—and the magic of Aunt Pol’s deft fingers—the farm was known throughout the district as the finest place to live and work for twenty leagues in any direction. Whole evenings were spent in the tavern in the nearby village of Upper Gralt in minute descriptions of the near-miraculous meals served regularly in Faldor’s dining hall. Less fortunate men who worked at other farms were frequently seen, after several pots of ale, to weep openly at descriptions of one of Aunt Pol’s roasted geese, and the fame of Faldor’s farm spread wide throughout the district.

The most important man on the farm, aside from Faldor, was Durnik the smith. As Garion grew older and was allowed to move out from under Aunt Pol’s watchful eye, he found his way inevitably to the smithy. The glowing iron that came from Durnik’s forge had an almost hypnotic attraction for him. Durnik was an ordinary-looking man with plain brown hair and a plain face, ruddy from the heat of his forge. He was neither tall nor short, nor was he thin or stout. He was sober and quiet, and like most men who follow his trade, he was enormously strong. He wore a rough leather jerkin and an apron of the same material. Both were spotted with burns from the sparks which flew from his forge. He also wore tight-fitting hose and soft leather boots as was the custom in that part of Sendaria. At first Durnik’s only words to Garion were warnings to keep his fingers away from the forge and the glowing metal which came from it. In time, however, he and the boy became friends, and he spoke more frequently.

“Always finish what you set your hand to,” he would advise. “It’s bad for the iron if you set it aside and then take it back to the fire more than is needful.”

“Why is that?” Garion would ask.

Durnik would shrug. “It just is.”

“Always do the very best job you can,” he said on another occasion as he put a last few finishing touches with a file on the metal parts of a wagon tongue he was repairing.

“But that piece goes underneath,” Garion said. “No one will ever see it.”

“But I know it’s there,” Durnik said, still smoothing the metal. “If it isn’t done as well as I can do it, I’ll be ashamed every time I see this wagon go by—and I’ll see the wagon every day.”

And so it went. Without even intending to, Durnik instructed the small boy in those solid Sendarian virtues of work, thrift, sobriety, good manners, and practicality which formed the backbone of the society.

At first Aunt Pol worried about Garion’s attraction to the smithy with its obvious dangers; but after watching from her kitchen door for a while, she realized that Durnik was almost as watchful of Garion’s safety as she was herself, and she became less concerned.

“If the boy becomes pestersome, Goodman Durnik, send him away,” she told the smith on one occasion when she had brought a large copper kettle to the smithy to be patched, “or tell me, and I’ll keep him closer to the kitchen.”

“He’s no bother, Mistress Pol,” Durnik said, smiling. “He’s a sensible boy and knows enough to keep out of the way.”

“You’re too good-natured, friend Durnik,” Aunt Pol said. “The boy is full of questions. Answer one and a dozen more pour out.”

“That’s the way of boys,” Durnik said, carefully pouring bubbling metal into the small clay ring he’d placed around the tiny hole in the bottom of the kettle. “I was questionsome myself when I was a boy. My father and old Barl, the smith who taught me, were patient enough to answer what they could. I’d repay them poorly if I didn’t have the same patience with Garion.”

Garion, who was sitting nearby, had held his breath during this conversation. He knew that one wrong word on either side would have instantly banished him from the smithy. As Aunt Pol walked back across the hard-packed dirt of the yard toward her kitchen with the new-mended kettle, he noticed the way that Durnik watched her, and an idea began to form in his mind. It was a simple idea, and the beauty of it was that it provided something for everyone.

“Aunt Pol,” he said that night, wincing as she washed one of his ears with a rough cloth.

“Yes?” she said, turning her attention to his neck.

“Why don’t you marry Durnik?”

She stopped washing. “What?” she asked.

“I think it would be an awfully good idea.”

“Oh, do you?” Her voice had a slight edge to it, and Garion knew he was on dangerous ground.

“He likes you,” he said defensively.

“And I suppose you’ve already discussed this with him?”

“No,” he said. “I thought I’d talk to you about it first.”

“At least that was a good idea.”

“I can tell him about it tomorrow morning, if you’d like.”

His head was turned around quite firmly by one ear. Aunt Pol, Garion felt, found his ears far too convenient.

“Don’t you so much as breathe one word of this nonsense to Durnik or anyone else,” she said, her dark eyes burning into his with a fire he had never seen there before.

“It was only a thought,” he said quickly.

“A very bad one. From now on leave thinking to grown-ups.” She was still holding his ear.

“Anything you say,” he agreed hastily.

Later that night, however, when they lay in their beds in the quiet darkness, he approached the problem obliquely.

“Aunt Pol?”

“Yes?”

“Since you don’t want to marry Durnik, who do you want to marry?”

“Garion,” she said.

“Yes?”

“Close your mouth and go to sleep.”

“I think I’ve got a right to know,” he said in an injured tone.

“Garion!”

“All right. I’m going to sleep, but I don’t think you’re being very fair about all this.”

From the Trade Paperback edition.

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Piers Anthony
Eddings's Belgariad is exactly the kind of fantasy I like. It has magic, adventure, humor, mystery, and a certain delightful human insight.

Meet the Author

David Eddings (1931-2009) published his first novel, High Hunt, in 1973, before turning to the field of fantasy with Pawn of Prophecy —the first book in his bestselling series, The Belgariad. With his wife Leigh, he authored several epic fantasy novel series, including The Malloreon, The Elenium, The Tamuli and The Dreamers.

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Pawn of Prophecy 4.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 134 reviews.
Jyin More than 1 year ago
Finally!  Its being released on ebook!  Please release the rest of this series and the Sparhawk series!  
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
So excitded to see it finally coming to nook
ErikaB1 More than 1 year ago
Hooray for the nook book release!  I re-read this series at least once a year.  It has such great character development.
CarolynZ More than 1 year ago
WOW, WOW, WOW!!!! I have been waiting for YEARS to be able to find this as an eBook. Thank you whoever is responsible for bringing this to the e-public! Now...I have three. I just need the last two and my trip to Riva, Mallorea, and all the other kingdoms can be completed!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love this series . Please release the rest of the Belgariad and Malloreon series. In addition, the Sparhawk series also please. I grew up reading this series and it ignited my fascination with both fantasy and sci-fi . I have the series in paperback and have read them so many times the books have fallen apart. Glad to see the books are finally in e format.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love the belgariad and mallorean series!!! Please release all of the books for the nook!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I am so glad it has finally come to Nook. Now - bring on The Mallorean and The Sparhawk series. I love these book and I love this author. It's about time Nook. Thank you!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Wonderful 3 dimensional characters, with good traits and bad; humorous dialogue; a grand story of gods and world-changing deeds accomplished by unexpected people. Eddings has a simple, spare style of writing, but NOT childish. He uses enough words, the right words, and lets the reader do the rest. I first read this series over 30 years ago and I'm so glad it's finally coming out in digital! I've already started reading it again!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have loved this series for years. Very happy to see it released as an ebook. Now please release the rest of the series. Great story. Wonderful characters.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
i love this series.  i read it when i was young and i am re-reading now.  it is just as good as 25 years a go
Anonymous 8 months ago
Release the two Sparrowhawk series two !!
Anonymous 11 months ago
Fantastic series. Highly recommend to anyone who enjoys fantasy quest novels.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have been patiently waiting for this. Now if only they will release the rest I will be one happy person !!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Really hope the do the rest!
Link2Hyrule More than 1 year ago
This is a great book, but why is everyone saying it's available as an ebook? it's clearly not. I would love it and the rest of the series as ebooks, not to mention The Mallorean as well. Sorry for putting this here but I don't know where else to put it
Katbooks_ More than 1 year ago
I love the characters and enjoy this whole series. I bought this ebook thinking I would read the first book, then buy the next book. But on finishing the book the whole series was no longer available . So hope they well get the ebooks back soon. So disappointing.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Read them all
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
David Eddings and the Belgaraid series were the first "grown up" books I read. Through this series I fell in love with all things science fiction and fantasy. I first read these books 30 years ago and now I am reading them to my kids. Thank you for bringing this to nook!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Good read !!!
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JewelDragon More than 1 year ago
I've read this book many times. Every time I read it I find it engaging all over again.
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So glad i can get this on my nook I wore the covers off my paper copies
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Will the entire series ever be released for the nook?