Prophecy: Child of Earth (Symphony of Ages Series #2)

Prophecy: Child of Earth (Symphony of Ages Series #2)

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by Elizabeth Haydon

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In Rhapsody, a fellowship was forged—three companions who, through great adversity, became a force to be reckoned with: Rhapsody the Singer; Achmed the assassin-king; and Grunthor, the giant Sergeant-Major. Prophecy continues their powerful epic. Driven by a prophetic vision, Rhapsody races to rescue a religious leader while Achmed and Grunthor


In Rhapsody, a fellowship was forged—three companions who, through great adversity, became a force to be reckoned with: Rhapsody the Singer; Achmed the assassin-king; and Grunthor, the giant Sergeant-Major. Prophecy continues their powerful epic. Driven by a prophetic vision, Rhapsody races to rescue a religious leader while Achmed and Grunthor seek the F'dor—an ancient and powerful demon. These companions may be destined to fulfill The Prophecy of the Three, but their time is running short. They must find their elusive enemy before his darkness consumes them all.

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Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
A sequel to Haydon's acclaimed first novel, Rhapsody, this is a novel of modest virtues. Again following the adventures of Rhapsody (the Cymrian Namer) and her friends King Achmed of the Firbolg and the giant Grunthor, the narrative recounts their battles with the demonic F'dor. Although Grunthor is the Child of Earth to whom the title refers, most of the action revolves around Ashe, half of whose soul has been torn away by the F'dor and used to create the monstrous Rakshas. The Rakshas (which, to make things worse, looks exactly like Ashe) is going about killing innocent people and plotting to destabilize the power of local governments. After Rhapsody falls in love with Ashe, she sets out (with the help of Achmed and Grunthor) to kill the Rakshas and to end the F'dor's hold over Ashe. This will clear the way for Ashe to reunite the warring Cymrian factions by becoming Lord Cymrian. As they fight their way to this conclusion, Haydon's three heroes must also protect the Sleeping Child, a mystical creature who's likewise threatened by the F'dor--and Rhapsody must train herself to use her magic sword, which can link her to the element of fire. Although the characters are appealing and Haydon's world intriguing, things there are so complicated that they require an excessive amount of backstory--explanations of what happened in the previous volume and in Cymrian history. Although impressive, these explanations tend to appear at inopportune moments and break the adventure's pace. The romance between Ashe and Rhapsody is, however, charming, and the novel has enough magic, good fights and thrilling love scenes to make it a keeper. (July) Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.|
Library Journal
The skysinger Rhapsody and her two Fir-Bolg companions seek to carve out a place for themselves in a new world even as their lives move inexorably toward the fulfillment of an ancient prophecy. As momentous events take shape around the three heroes, other forces work hard to undermine their hope and bring the powers of evil closer to victory. Continuing the story begun in Rhapsody: Child of Blood (LJ 9/15/99), Haydon's epic saga of the endless battle between light and darkness resounds with the richness of ancient myths reworked into new forms. Highly recommended for most fantasy collections. Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.\
Kirkus Reviews
Continuing the fantasy series begun with Rhapsody (1999), this sequel involves much ado in pursuit of an obscure prophecy, with, of course, the fate of the world hanging in the balance. The F'dor, a powerful fire demon, wants to wake up the Primal Wyrm from its slumber at the heart of the world; this will make things much warmer and cozier for the F'dor, but incidentally destroy the world. Taking up round two of the struggle are: beautiful Rhapsody, with her Namer-magic and flaming sword; Achmed the renamed, clairvoyant assassin; and Grunthor the gigantic Bolg warrior with his earth-powers. Each volume is more or less self-contained, with respectable ideas, plotting, and characters—within the confines of conventional fantasy.

From the Publisher

“The superlative Haydon elevates craftsmanship to a new level of excellence as she deftly weaves mythology into high fantasy, catching our hearts with the extraordinary power and intensity of both characters and concepts. This series already has 'landmark' written all over it.” —Romantic Times Gold Medal Review

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Tom Doherty Associates
Publication date:
Symphony of Ages Series, #2
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6.44(w) x 9.60(h) x 1.43(d)

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Meridion sat in the darkness, lost in thought. The instrument panel of the Time Editor was dark as well; the great machine stood silent for the moment, the gleaming threads of diaphanous film hanging idle on their spools, each reel carefully labeled Past or Furute. The Present, as ever, hung evanescent like silver mist in the air under the Editor's lamp, twisting and changing moment by moment in the half-light.

Draped across his knees was an ancient piece of thread, a lore strand from the Past. It was a film fragment of immeasurable importance, burnst and broken beyond repair on one end. Meridion picked it up gingerly, then turned it over in his hands and sighed.

Time was a fragile thing, especially when manipulated mechanially. He had tried to be gentle with the dry film, but it had cracked and ignited in the press of the Time Editor's gears, burning the image he had needed to see. Now it was too late; the moment was gone forever, along with the information it held. The identity of the demon he was seeking would remain hidden. There was no going back, at least not this way.

Meridion rubbed his eyes and leaned back against the translucent aurelay, the gleaming field of energy tied to his life essence that he had shaped for the moment into a chairlike seat, resting his head within its hum. The prickling melody that surrounded him was invigorating, clearing his thoughts and helping him to concentrate. It was his namesong, his life's own innate tune. A vibration unique in all the world, tied to his true name.

The demon he was seeking had great power over names, too. Meridion had gone back into the Past itself to find it, looking for a way to avert the path of devastation it had carefully constructed over Time, but the demon had eluded him. F'dor were the masters of lies, the fathers of deception. They were without corporeal form, binding themselves to innocent hosts and living throuh them or using them to do their will, then moving on to another more powerful host when the opportunity presented itself. Even far away, from his vantage point in the Future, there was no real way to see them.

For this reason Meridion had manipulated Time, had sliced and moved around pieces of the Past to bring a Namer of great potential together with those that might help her in the task of finding and destroying the demon. It had been his hope that these three would be able to accomplish this feat on their side of Time before it was too late to prevent what the demon had wrought, the devastation that was now consuming lands on both sides of the world. But the strategy had been a risky one. Just bringing lives together did not guarantee how they would be put to use.

Already he had seen the unfortunate consequences of his actions. The Time Editor had run heatedly with the unspooling of the time strands, fragments of film rending apart and swirling into the air above the machine as the Past destroyed itself in favor of the new. The stench of the burning timefilm was rank and bitter, searing Meridion's nostrils and his lungs, leaving him trembling at the thought of what damage he might inadvertently be doing to the Future by meddling in the Past. But it was too late now.

Meridion waved his hand over the instrument panel of the Time Editor. The enormous machine roared to life, the intricate lenses illuminated by its ferocious internal light source. A warm glow spilled onto the tall panes of glass that formed the walls of the circular room and ascended to the clear ceiling above. The glimmering stars that had been visible from every angle above and below him in the darkness a moment before disappeared in the blaze of reflected brilliance. Meridion held the broken fragment of film up to the light.

The images were still there, but hard to make out. He could see the small, slender woman because of her shining hair, golden and reflecting the sunrise, bound back with a black ribbon, standing on the brink of morning in the vast panorama of the mountains where he had last sighted the two of them. Meridion blew gently on the lore-strand to clear it of dust and smiled as the tiny woman in the frame drew her cloak closer about herself. She stared off into the valley that stretched below her, prickled with spring frost and the patchy light of dawn.

Her traveling companion was harder to find. Had Meridion not known he was there prior to examining the film he never would have seen him, hidden in the shadows cast by the sun. It took him several long moments to find the outline of the man's cloak, designed as it was to hide him from the eyes of the world. A faint trace of mist rose from the cloak and blended with the rising dew burning off in the sunlight.

As he suspected, the lore-strand had burnt at precisely the wrong moment, obliterating the Namer's chance to catch a glimpse of the F'dor's ambassador before he or she reached Ylorc. Meridion had been watching through her eyes, waiting for the moment when she first beheld the henchman, as the Seer had advised. He could make out a thin dark line in the distance; that must have been the ambassadorial caravan. She had already seen it. The opportunity had passed. And he had missed it.

He dimmed the lamp on the Time Editor again and sat back in the dark sphere of his room to think, suspended within his glass globe amid the stars, surrounded by them. There must be another window, another way to get back into her eyes.

Meridion glanced at the endless wall of glass next to him and down at the surface of the Earth miles below. Black molten fire was crawling slowly across the darkened face of the world, withering the continents in its path, burning without smoke in the lifeless atmosphere. At the rim of the horizon another glow was beginning; soon the fire sources would meet and consume what little was left. It took all of Meridion's strength to keep from succumbing to the urge to scream. In his darkest dreams he could never have imagined this.

In his darkest dreams. Meridion sat upright with the thought. The Namer was prescient, she could see the Past and Future in her dreams, or sometimes just by reading the vibrations that events had left behind, hovering in the air or clinging to an object. Dreams gave off vibrational energy; if he could find a trace of one of them, like the dust that hovered in afternoon light, he could follow it back to her, anchor himself behind her eyes again, in the Past. Meridion eyed the spool which had held the brittle lore-strand he had spliced together, hanging listlessly on the Editor's main pinion.

He seized the ancient reel and spun out the film, carefully drawing the edge where it had broken cleanly back under the Time Editor's lens. He adjusted the eyepiece and looked. The film in frame was dark, and at first it was hard to make out anything within the image. Then after a few moments his eyes adjusted, and he caught a flash of gold as the Namer sighed in the darkness of her chamber and rolled over in her sleep. Meridion smiled.

He had found the record of the night before she and Ashe had left on their journey. Meridion had no doubt she had been in the throes of dreaming then.

After a moment's consideration he selected two silver instruments, a gathering tool with a hair-thin point and a tiny sieve basket soldered onto a long slender handle. The mesh of the thumbnail-sized basket was fine enough to hold even the slightest particle of dust. With the greatest of care Meridion blew on the frame of film, and watched under the lens for a reaction. He saw nothing. He blew again, and this time a tiny white spark rose from the strand, too small to be seen without magnification even by his extraordinarily sensitive eyes.

Skillfully Meridion caught the speck with the gathering tool and transferred it to the basket. Then, watching intently, he waited until the lamp of the Time Editor illuminated the whisper-thin thread that connected it to the film. He turned his head and exhaled. He had caught a dream-thread.

Working carefully he drew it out more until it was long enough to position under the most powerful lens. He never averted his eyes as he gestured to one of the cabinets floating in the air above the Editor. The doors opened, and a tiny bottle of oily liquid skittered to the front of the shelf, then leapt into the air, wafting gently down until it came to rest on the gleaming prismatic disc hovering in the air beside him. Keeping his eyes fixed on the thread lest he lose sight of it, Meridion uncorked the bottle with one hand and carefully removed the dropper. Then he held it over the thread and squeezed.

The glass below the lens swirled in a pink-yellow haze, then cleared. Meridion reached over and turned the viewing screen onto the wall. It would take a moment for him to get his bearings, but it was always that way when one was watching from inside someone else's dreams.

Copyright © 2000 by Elizabeth Haydon

Meet the Author

As the daughter of an air force officer, USA Today bestselling epic fantasy author 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). She lives with her family on the East Coast.

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Prophecy: Child of Earth (Symphony of Ages Series #2) 4.8 out of 5 based on 1 ratings. 43 reviews.
littlebird95 More than 1 year ago
ok- the last person was wrong... yes its a fantasy novel.. but if you look at the genre its also classified as ROMANCE... duh... i personally loved the plot and everything about the charcters... i like the way that gwydion and rhapsody speak 2 each other... and if the previous idiot had kept reading the series.. he would have found out an amzing fact about who ashe is and how he ties into rhapsodies past.. the dork.. hawever- this is about the book and not how stupid the previous reader was so.... the book gets like... a million stars from- the fact that this book is so controversial proves exactly HOW amazing it is... not alot of writers can stick to plot while having double meanings in there and so much symbolism, and whilst addig in there own beliefe and political views to something at the same time... it was EXTREMELY cleverly written.. i also especially like how rhapsody is so willing to trust other people and find the best in the no matter what.. there needs to be more of that in this wold- the previous reviewer is just TOO mesimistic... i mean or course it not realistic... its a FANTASY novel.. what dueche... anyways... i think this book was the epidemy of fantasy, romance, and adventure all in one... it sticks true to the themes of good v.s. evil, love conquers all, your past can haunt you, your TRUE friends will never leave you and so forth... it also symbolisize the fact that there will be rough spots in lie- be heart strong (NOT headstrong) people can overcome that... no matter what atrocities you undergo... i have read these books 42 times.. and i still look back on them, and everytime i reread them i tear up, i laugh and i hold my breathe at places that i have many times before- i also find something new in it, some new meaning, some new idea, some new veiw, more symbolism... books like that are true literature... as a writer myself- i truly admire elizabeth haydons work.... she is an amazing author and i get alot of my inspiration from her.... (my favorite character is achmed, he's very cynical and hes a badass fighter....) i also loved all her other books............. she should just ignore some... people... i wont mention names.... if someone doesn't like the book they shouldn't read it- i dont know WHY they wouldn't like it but hey... that's their lookout now isn't it.. 82 thumbs WAY WAY up for our leading lady... give it up for elizabeth haydon... who will probably be the Van Halen of the new literary world (cuz lets face it, shakespear sucked and he's been dead for years....)
harstan More than 1 year ago
Rhapsody the singer, the assassin Achmed the Snake, and deadly weapons expert Grunthor the gentle giant survive their incredible odyssey through time and geography. Now Achmed and Grunthor are establishing an independent homeland for their people, the Firbolg with the former serving as the King. Meanwhile Rhapsody spends much of her time in fascination with her admirer Ashe, who keeps secrets from her.

While the trio goes about their business in a world far distant from that they originally came from, through the tree of life, the darkness begins to descend. Rhapsody begins to dream of the upcoming destruction caused by the deadly elusive F¿Dor. Many people believe in the PROPHECY that states that the ¿Child of Blood, Child of Earth, Child of Sky¿ remain the only hope to stop the darkness. However, is the PROPHECY referring to Rhapsody, Achmed, and Grunthor who seem too occupied with their current tasks to care about a life-threatening quest?

PROPHECY, the sequel to the fantastic fantasy tale, RHAPSODY proves that Elizabeth Haydon is a superstar and not a one hit wonder. The story line is intelligent, filled with action, but does not neglect the characters. The prime cast retains its witty banter that was a trademark of the first novel. Ms. Haydon¿s world is so real the audience will feel that we too have been transported in time and space to a wondrous vision that makes it easy to for readers to rhapsodize that the author is becoming one of the top wizards of the genre.

Harriet Klausner

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I picked this series up when it first came out. I read each book and just waited for the next one in the series to come out. They are wonderful mini masterpieces. Anyone into fantasy, and odd worlds.must read this series.
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winterNS More than 1 year ago
My library had book 1 and 3 of this series so I bought book 2 (Prophecy) and donated it after I finished it. The main characters are hero's that fight evil but not in the usual manner of other books. The female hero, "Rhapsody" goes through many things, from conversing with a dragon, fighting villains, romance, and experiences I've never read in any other book. This is well worth the read!
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All i can say is that this book is amazing, i enjoy all fantacy series and for Haydon being a new author she really catches my attention with these books I really do believe that these books rate high along with Robert Jordans "Wheel of Time" series and Terry Goodkings "Sword of Truth" series.