The Runes of the Earth (Last Chronicles Series #1)

The Runes of the Earth (Last Chronicles Series #1)

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by Stephen R. Donaldson

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"More than twenty years ago, Stephen R. Donaldson wrote the six volumes of The Chronicles of Thomas Covenant. Now, at long last, Donaldson returns, with the first in a four-book conclusion to the bestselling saga: The Last Chronicles of Thomas Covenant." "The original series introduced an unforgettable main character, a man who has fallen ill and in quick succession…  See more details below


"More than twenty years ago, Stephen R. Donaldson wrote the six volumes of The Chronicles of Thomas Covenant. Now, at long last, Donaldson returns, with the first in a four-book conclusion to the bestselling saga: The Last Chronicles of Thomas Covenant." "The original series introduced an unforgettable main character, a man who has fallen ill and in quick succession lost his family, his work, and everything else that made his life worth living. Abandoned by his wife and child, he lives alone, trying to maintain his fragile equilibrium. As he begins to experience spells of unconsciousness, however, he finds himself transported to the Land, a magical, dreamlike world." "Convinced that the Land is a figment of his own imagination, Covenant is christened The Unbeliever by its inhabitants. But after a long and dire struggle, Covenant sacrifices his own life to save a world he now regards as precious." The Runes of the Earth opens ten years after Covenant's companion, Linden Avery, witnessed his death. When she returns home from work one evening to find her adopted son constructing images of the Land with his toys, she realizes that the Land, and her beloved Thomas Covenant, are more than just a memory. Soon she will come to understand that evil is unmaking the very laws of nature - as well as the laws of life and death.

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Six fantasy novels featuring Thomas Covenant the Unbeliever appeared between 1977 and 1983, but Donaldson shows that his epic series still has the power to surprise in this richly imagined start of a final quartet. Covenant died at the end of White Gold Wielder (1983), and at this novel's outset so does his lover, Linden Avery, in a violent confrontation with Joan and Roger Covenant as they kidnap her son, Jeremiah. Linden awakens once again in the Land, where she finds Lord Foul scheming to escape the Arch of Time with the help of Joan and Roger while using Jeremiah as a pawn. The 10 years since Linden's last visit have been centuries by Land time, and in that interval Anele, with whom she teams, has lost the Staff of Law, plunging the world into chaos. Linden's only hope for saving the Land and reclaiming Jeremiah is to gather a crew from the Land's numerous races and surf a caesure, or time rift, to retrieve the Staff. Nevertheless, she can't shake her fear that all this has been plotted by Foul as part of his malignant design. Donaldson's saga has transformed tremendously since initial volumes offered startlingly original antiheroic fantasy resonating with echoes of both Tolkien and Philip K. Dick, but the engaging humanity of his characters still compels attention. A new generation of readers may find this episode's midstream plunge into the saga bracing, while fans of Covenant's past chronicles will welcome a return to the Land. Agent, Howard Morhaim. (Oct. 13) Forecast: Despite the long gap since the last in the series, this one should hit many bestseller lists. The Michael Whelan dust jacket is going to have a lot of fantasy fans drooling. Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
Thomas Covenant, the leper who crossed the barrier between this world and that of the Land, gave his life to save his newfound world. Linden Avery, a healer of mind and body, accompanied him into the Land and inherited his stewardship of it. When Covenant's son, Roger, suddenly appears many years after his father's death and seeks to claim his inheritance and custody of his insane mother, Avery senses the presence of a familiar evil, the machinations of Lord Foul. Twenty years after ending his second Thomas Covenant trilogy, Donaldson resurfaces with a final trilogy that is intended to bring together all the threads of the previous books. Familiar and beloved characters from the Land mix with new heroes and villains in a reawakening of a classic fantasy saga. Most libraries will want this title for their collection. Buy multiple copies. [See Prepub Alert, LJ 6/1/04.] Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.

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Penguin Group (USA) Incorporated
Publication date:
Chronicles of Thomas Covenant the Unbeliever Series, #7
Product dimensions:
6.38(w) x 9.60(h) x 1.64(d)
Age Range:
14 Years

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The Runes of the Earth

Book One of The Last Chronicles of Thomas Covenant
By Stephen Donaldson

Putnam Adult

ISBN: 0-399-15232-6

Chapter One

Mother's Son

"No, Mr Covenant," she repeated for the third time. "I can't do that."

Ever since he had entered her office, she had wished that he would go away.

He gazed at her as if he had not heard a word. "I don't see the problem, Dr Avery." His voice cast echoes of his father through her, flashes of memory like spangles off a surface of troubled water. "I'm her son. I have the right. And it's my responsibility." Despite the differences, even his features dragged a tangled net across her heart, dredging up aches and longing. "She's nothing to you, just a problem you can't solve. A burden on the taxpayers. A waste of resources you could use to help someone else." His eyes were too wide-set, his whole face too broad. The flesh of his cheeks and jaw hinted at self-indulgence.

And yet-

If he were clay, only a slice or two with the sculptor's tool, only a line of severity on either side of his mouth, and his cheeks would look as strict as commandments. A squint of old suffering at the corners of his eyes: a little grey dust to add years to his hair. His eyes themselves were exactly the right color, a disturbed hue like the shade of madness or prophecy. Oh, he could have been his father, if he had not been so young and unmarked. If he had paid any price as extravagant as his father's-

He was certainly insistent enough to be Thomas Covenant.

He seemed to face her through a haze of recall, reminding her of the man she had loved. The man who had risen in fear and fury to meet his harsh fate.

Avoiding the young man's gaze, she looked around the walls of her office without seeing them. At another time, the strict professionalism of this space might have eased her. Her displayed diplomas, like her tidy desk and heavy filing cabinets, served to vouch for her. She had found comfort among them on other occasions. But today they had no effect.

How many times had she held Thomas Covenant in her arms? Too few: not enough to satisfy her hunger for them.

She still wore his white gold wedding ring on a silver chain around her neck. It was all that she had left of him.

"I can reach her, Dr Avery," the son continued in a voice which was too bland to be his father's. "You can't. You've been trying for years. I'm sure you've done your best. But if you could have reached her, she would be sane by now. It's time to let her go. Let me have her."

"Mr Covenant," she insisted, "I'll say it again. I can't do that. The law in this state won't allow it. Professional ethics won't allow it."

I won't allow it.

Joan Covenant was as unreachable as her son claimed. She might as well have been catatonic, in spite of every conceivable drug and therapy. In fact, she would have died long ago without constant care. But she was not "nothing" to Linden Avery. If Roger Covenant believed that, he would never understand the woman who stood in his way.

His mother was Thomas Covenant's ex-wife. Ten years ago, Linden had watched Covenant trade his life for Joan's- and smile to reassure her. That smile had ripped Linden's heart from its hiding place, rent away its protective lies and commitments. Sometimes she believed that everything which she had now done and become had started then. Covenant's smile had triggered a detonation which had blown her free of her own parents' hunger for death. The new woman who had emerged from that explosion loved Thomas Covenant from the bottom of her soul.

For his sake, she would not abandon Joan.

Yet now Roger Covenant sat across her desk from her, demanding his mother's release. If she had been the kind of woman who found the folly of the misguided amusing, she would have laughed in his face. Where did he get the nerve?

Hell, where did he get the idea?

"I'm sorry." Apparently he wanted to be polite. "I still don't see the problem. She's my mother. I'm her son. I'm willing to take care of her. How can the law object? How can you, Dr Avery? I don't understand why she and I haven't already left."

She turned away for a moment to look out the window. It gave her an unilluminating view of the parking lot, where her worn old car crouched over its rust, waiting for the day when its welds would fail and it could finally slump into scrap. She had kept it only because it had carried her to her first encounters with Thomas Covenant.

If Roger would not leave, surely she could simply drive away? Go out to her car, coax its engine to life, and return to Jeremiah?

No. If she had wanted to be a woman who fled whenever her job became difficult, she should have bought herself a more reliable vehicle.

Old habit lifted her hand to press the hard circle of Covenant's ring through her blouse. Sighing, she faced his son again.

"Let me try to be plain. Whether or not you understand is beside the point. The point is this. Unless and until you bring me a court order signed by a judge instructing me to release Joan Covenant to your custody, she stays where she is. End of discussion." She gazed at him expectantly. When he failed to take the hint, she added, "That's your cue to leave, Mr Covenant."

Don't you understand that you're not the only person here who cares about her?

However, she doubted that Roger Covenant cared at all for his mute mother. His oblivious manner, and the incipient madness or prophecy in his eyes, conveyed an entirely different impression.

He had explained that he had not come for Joan earlier because he had not been old enough. But he had passed his twenty-first birthday yesterday. Now he was ready. Yet Linden believed intuitively that he had some hidden purpose which outweighed love or concern.

In his unwavering insistence, he reminded her of some of the more plausible psychotics she had known in her tenure as Chief Medical Officer for the Berenford Memorial Psychiatric Hospital. But perhaps he suffered from nothing more treatable than terminal narcissism, in which case he was telling her the simple truth. He could not "see the problem."

This time, however, something in her tone-or in the conflicted fire mounting behind her eyes-must have penetrated his strange unction. Before she could offer to call Security, he rose to his feet as if he comprehended her at last.

Immediately she stood as well. She saw now that he was an inch or two shorter than his father, and broader in the torso. For that reason, among others, he would never evince the particular gauntness, the cut and flagrant sense of purpose-all compromise and capacity for surrender flensed away-which had made Thomas Covenant irrefusable to her.

He would never be the man his father was. He had too much of his mother in him. His carriage exposed him: the slight looseness in his shoulders; the tension which compensated for his poor balance. His arms seemed full of truncated gestures, expressions of honesty or appeal cut off prematurely. Behind his insistence, Linden heard hints of Joan's weakness, forlorn and fundamentally betrayed.

Perhaps his real desires had nothing to do with his mother. Perhaps he simply wanted to prove himself his father's equal. Or to supplant him-

When Roger had gained his feet, however, he did not admit defeat. Instead he asked, "Can I see her? It's been years." He offered Linden an affectless smile. "And there's something I want to show you."

In spite of her impatience, she nodded. "Of course. You can visit her right now." Strangely, his apparent emptiness saddened her: she grieved on his behalf. Thomas Covenant had taught her that ignorance-like innocence-had no power to ward itself against harm. Because Roger did not understand, he could not be saved from suffering.

When he saw Joan's unique plight, either his incomprehension would hold against her, or it would not. In either case, the experience might convince him to leave Linden alone.

For that reason, she gestured him toward the door. She had already done her rounds; and her paperwork could wait. Certainly her patients had no immediate need of her. At its heart, Berenford Memorial existed, not to heal its occupants, but to help them heal themselves.

Suddenly cooperative, as if he had gained an important concession, Roger preceded her out of her office. Now his smile struck her as reflexive; an unconscious expression of eagerness.

Closing the door behind her, Linden led him through the edifice where she did the work with which she attempted to fill Covenant's place in her heart. His place-and the Land's-

Inadvertently she remembered the sound of Pitchwife's voice as he sang,

My heart has rooms that sigh with dust

And ashes in the hearth.

At times the contrast between her experiences with Thomas Covenant and her years at Berenford Memorial discouraged her. Surely her contest with the madness of her patients could not compare with the sheer glory of Thomas Covenant's struggle to redeem the Land? Nevertheless she closed her throat and continued guiding Roger toward Joan's room. The ache which he elicited was familiar to her, and she knew how to bear it. Her life here was not less than the one she had lived with Covenant. It was only different. Less grand, perhaps: more ambiguous, with smaller triumphs. But it sufficed.

A short corridor took her out of the Hospital's small administrative wing and across the lobby, past Maxine Dubroff's reception/information station. Maxine worked there nine hours a day, five days a week: an ageing woman who looked like a stork and smiled like an angel, responding to everyone who entered Berenford Memorial with unfailing solicitude. She was a volunteer who had simply attached herself to Linden one day after Linden, on call in ER as she was every third night, had saved the life of Maxine's husband, Ernie. He had been kicked in the chest by a horse: Linden had found and removed a sliver of bone from his left lung. He had recovered to teach the horse better manners; and Maxine had been at Linden's service ever since.

She smiled now as Linden and Roger Covenant crossed the tiled lobby. In spite of Roger's presence, Linden replied with a smile of her own-less seraphic than Maxine's, but no less sincere. Maxine reminded Linden that she was not alone in her dedication to her work. Like Linden herself, and most of Berenford Memorial's staff, Maxine had committed herself to a need which the county acknowledged but could not meet.

Ten years ago, Joan had been snatched from Thomas Covenant's care by a group of people who were-in the county's eyes-demonstrably insane. For weeks these individuals had nurtured their lunacy and destitution openly, begging for food and shelter and clothing, calling for repentance. Then, one night little more than twenty-four hours after Linden had arrived in town to accept a job at County Hospital, they had kidnapped Joan, leaving Covenant himself unconscious, his home splashed with blood.

They had taken her into the woods behind his home, where they had apparently planned to kill her in some bizarre ritual-a rite which included burning their own hands to stumps in a bonfire built for the purpose. Although no one except Linden knew the truth, that rite had achieved its intended aim. It had lured Covenant into the woods on Joan's trail. There he had exchanged himself for her, and been killed.

In the life which Linden had lived here, she had known him for scarcely thirty-six hours.

After his death, however, the people who had arranged his self-sacrifice had regained some measure of ordinary sanity. Their charred hands and starved bodies had been horrible enough. Those injuries had stretched County Hospital's limits. But the burden of their damaged minds, their aggrieved spirits, had proved harder for the citizens of the area to bear. Collectively the county felt responsible.

In public, most people admitted that they had failed to care for the most desolate and fragile members of their community. Surely unbalanced mothers and fathers would not have thrust, not just their own hands, but the hands of their children as well, into the flames if their destitution had not been neglected by the more stable souls around them? Surely those wounded men and women would have eschewed such violence if they had been offered any other recourse? No matter how many demented preachers urged them to fanaticism? Listening to children in cruel pain sob through the night taught the well-meaning people of the county to desire some form of prevention.

Yet this sense of communal guilt ran deeper than most people would acknowledge. On some level, the entire county understood that the terrible events which had led to Covenant's murder would never have happened if he had not been shunned and execrated, forced into the traditional role of the outcast, the pariah. He had been, inexplicably, a leper: he had what the doctors called a "primary" case of Hansen's disease, one with no known etiology. Such cases were rare, even by the standards of an illness as rare as leprosy, but they occurred often enough to suggest the wrath of God; punishment for sins so vile that they sickened the sinner.

Viscerally frightened and full of loathing, people had spurned Thomas Covenant as if he were a carrier of corruption. For over a decade, he had occupied Haven Farm on sufferance: seeing no one, never coming to town, avoided by his neighbors; occasionally harassed by the county sheriff, Barton Lytton; uncomfortably tolerated by his own lawyer, Megan Roman; befriended only by Julius Berenford, then Chief of Staff at County Hospital. Indeed, the county's repugnance for Covenant's illness would have driven him into exile if he had not once saved the life of a snake-bitten girl. In addition, however, he made significant contributions to the care of the county's indigents-money which he earned by writing novels about guilt and power. In effect, he had supported the very people who brought about his death: the same people, presumably, who had driven his ex-wife mad. Therefore he was tolerated.

Then he was gone, irretrievable, leaving only Joan and Linden behind. Dr Berenford believed that he had been too silent while Covenant lived. Afterward he raised his voice. Impelled by her own regrets, Megan Roman acted on his words. And the voters and politicians of the county felt more responsible than they cared to admit. They lobbied the state legislature: they passed mill levies: they applied for grants.

Eventually they built Berenford Memorial Psychiatric Hospital, named for Julius when he had slipped away in his sleep one night five years ago. And they appointed Linden as Berenford Memorial's CMO. She was the only one among them who had accompanied Covenant to his last crisis.

Now she presided over a small facility of twenty beds, all in private rooms. Her staff included five nurses, five orderlies, one janitor, one maintenance man, and a coterie of part-time secretaries, in addition to volunteers like Maxine Dubroff. Berenford Memorial had two psychiatrists on call. And one physician-herself-with a background in emergency room medicine and family practice: trauma, triage, and pink eye.


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The Runes of the Earth (Last Chronicles Series #1) 3.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 63 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
The Runes of the Earth is not his best work. Linden Avery and her endless lamenting about her son Jeremiah are irritating almost to the point where you want to slap her. No joke, there has to be at least 50 pages of her boring monologue. There is some other annoying stuff too, but...Donaldson does recapture the magic of the Land here and there, and if you loved his first trilogy, you can't help but savor those moments. This 500 page book would make a really good 300 page book. That being said, I am looking forward to the sequel.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Ten years ago, Linden Avery found herself thrust into the middle of an epic battle between absalute evil and goodness when she inadvertently followed Thomas Covenant to the Land, a magic other world he once saved but was again under assault by his enemy, Lord Foul. In the time she spent with Covenant in that other world, she grew to love it, and him, but that love could not save him. In the final battle, he gave his life to defeat Foul, merging his life with the Arch of Time in a burst of argent flame that left only his white gold wedding band behind for Linden to hold onto. In the years since, she has cared for an adopted son, Jeremiah, who was maimed by Lord Foul and overseen the operation of a mental hospital that houses Joan, Covenant's first wife who left him to protect their son, Roger, when he became a leper. Now, Roger is grown, and demanding that Joan be turned over to him, as well as the white gold band that controls the wild magic. Linden is terrified of him and refuses, prompting the taking of her son and her own return to the Land. There she finds all her work seems to have been for naught. The Sunbane she once defeated is still gone, but the Earthpower that sustained the Land is forbidden by the Haruchai who now control the Land. History has been kept secret so that there is no memory of her or her beloved except among the Haruchai and the great horses, the Ranyhyn, and their servants, the Ramen. The former oppose her, the latter will serve her. With few other allies, some of them double minded, she must challenge time itself to fulfill the mission the spectre of her love gives her. ........................................... ................... ........................ ***** There is literature, which may tend to be dry and boring. There are fun books that are in no way literature- and then there is the Thomas Covenant series, like the white gold itself, an alloy of a book that you can thoroughly enjoy melded with great literary value. With no reservations, this can be labeled the finest book written this year, perhaps in the last several years. At times it will move you to tears, then there are moments of golden joy that will make your heart sing. Reaching the last page is something you will be eager to do, yet will come entirely too soon. Not too many fiction books have the sheer power this one does. Just do not loan it to anyone, you may never see it again. It's a keeper. *****
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was a great story the only problem being that even up to the end of the book Donaldson is putting long reminders of what you just read not 20 pages ago. When Linden is worried about all the difficulties in the story you don't have to list them every time. And I get that she has lost her son but does she really need to be breaking down every other page because of it. Either she is a transformed women who learned from her journeys in the Land and is stronger because of it or she is a blubbering idiot who cant make a decision. For a doctor who works in a mental ward she is VERY bi polar in this book. But again the overall story is very good and has great plot twist. Should have been a 300 pager not 500.
Ikester More than 1 year ago
Stephen R. Donaldson finally gives us a worthy sequel to the Thomas Covenant series with The Runes of the Earth. Linden Avery's life since losing Thomas, has been a life of service to those who suffer from mental disease. She has adopted a damaged boy, who eerily resembles the HalfHand of myth. When her son is abducted, Linden must re-enter the Land in order to save him. This book chronicles her return to the Land, introduces new characters, and spends quite a bit of time reminding us what happened in the previous Covenant chronicles. Is Linden able to regain her health-sense? Is her son destined to be a prisoner of Lord Foul as well as prisoner in his own mind? There is a lot of set-up in this and a lot of rehashing the past. However, it remains true to the Covenant chronicles. When the end of the book came, I was upset that I did not have the next volume at hand.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I totally agree with the reviewer who mentioned Linden Avery's endless lamenting about her son. I read the first two chronicles when I was in my teens. I was enthralled. This book has disappointed me. Donaldson writing is overwrought to the point of being verbose. There's too much of redundancy with him explaining Lindens link to Covenant and going on and on about poor pathetic Jeremiah. Hey I feel for the kid but it just got nauseating at some point. This should have been a 300 pager, with much tighter plotting and concise writing.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I loved the first two series. I'm not surprised that Donaldson could come up another idea for the 'Land' and he did an outstanding job. I can't wait to read the next one.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Its everything you loved about the original more. You definitely won't be disappointed!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I was beyond excited when I saw this a Stephen R. Donaldson among the discount books. Then to find that it is a sequel to books I I loved years ago! I hadn't even known there was a sequel to the two Thomas Covenant series. I must say it was wonderful to be back in the Land. If you haven't read the Thomas Covenant triologies, you should. (while you wait for the next installment of this series) Then this book will be that much more special. Hurry Mr. Donaldson with the next book. We've waited so long already.
Anonymous 11 months ago
Read the synopsis of this book and got me interested to read the entire series
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This book was written 10 years ago. Why is it $15 for an e-book? Can anyone say ripoff?
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This book didnt begin my love of reading, that had already started, but it did catch me hook, line, and sinker, and rod, reel, boat and all, into great sci fi genre, which has ever since remained my main food source for the brain. This book broke away from the traditional sci fi types as it combined the present with a fantasy world, with the protaganist being the most unlikely of sorts, yet pehaps representating the ability of rising above ones lowest point and prevailing. Like no other series, i still recall the characters and am still intrigued by the Bloodguard. Such is the power of the author. While I eventually became jaded in the far future of the emtire series by the eventual routine use of personal dispair and/or disbelief, such did not become an issue until many books later. In any event, I will always recall this book as my baptism into Sci Fi.
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MattH More than 1 year ago
I was not sure how to feel about this book. The first two series hold a special place in my heart, and I didn't want that ruined by a new book. I felt that with the end of the 2nd chronicles that nothing more was needed and any attempt to revive the series would be a mistake. How wrong i was. I loved this book! I was entralled by the story and can not wait to read the next book. Well done Donaldson.
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Arqueous More than 1 year ago
I read his first two trilogies in high school and this one used alot of words that expanded my vocabulary some. I thought he used words that were a stretch for some light reading and it jsut seemed to pushed as far as the writing. I loved the frist two trilogies and hope this one gets better.
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