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Author Biography: A writer since high school, Terry Brooks published his first novel, The Sword of Shannara, in 1977. It was a New York Times bestseller for more than five months. He has published seventeen consecutive bestsellers since, including The Voyage of the Jerle Shannara: Ilse Witch and the novel based upon the screenplay and story by George Lucas: Star Wars®: Episode I The Phantom Menace™. His novels Running with the Demon and A Knight of the Word were each selected by the Rocky Mountain News as one of ...
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Author Biography: A writer since high school, Terry Brooks published his first novel, The Sword of Shannara, in 1977. It was a New York Times bestseller for more than five months. He has published seventeen consecutive bestsellers since, including The Voyage of the Jerle Shannara: Ilse Witch and the novel based upon the screenplay and story by George Lucas: Star Wars®: Episode I The Phantom Menace™. His novels Running with the Demon and A Knight of the Word were each selected by the Rocky Mountain News as one of the best science fiction fantasy novels of the twentieth century.
The author was a practicing attorney for many years but now writes full-time. He lives with his wife, Judine, in the Pacific Northwest and Hawaii.
The first novel in the sensational second series of Shannara adventures. Par Ohmsford, Wren, and Walker Boh--the scions of Shannara--must perform perilous tasks if they are to avert Shannara's terrible future. Par must recover the lost sword, Wren must find the vanished Elves, and Walker mustbring back the Druids and the ancient stronghold of Paranor.
"If you were delighted and entranced by Michael Ende's The Never Ending Story, you will definitely want to sample one of more of Terry Brooks's books."
--Santa Cruz Sentinel
The old man sat alone in the shadow of the Dragon's Teeth and watched the coming darkness chase the
daylight west. The day had been cool, unusually so for midsummer, and the night promised to be
chill. Scattered clouds masked the sky, casting their silhouettes upon the earth, drifting in the
manner of aimless beasts between moon and stars. A hush filled the emptiness left by the fading
light like a voice waiting to speak.
It was a hush that whispered of magic, the old man thought.
A fire burned before him, small still, just the beginning of what was
needed. After all, he would be gone for several hours. He studied the
fire with a mixture of expectation and uneasiness before reaching down
to add the larger chunks of deadwood that brought the flames up quickly.
He poked at it with a stick, then stepped away, driven back by the heat.
He stood at the edge of the light, caught between the fire and the
growing dark, a creature who might have belonged to neither or both.
His eyes glittered as he looked off into the distance. The peaks of the
Dragona's Teeth jutted skyward like bones the earth could not contain.
There was a hush to the mountains, a secrecy that clung like mist on a
frosty morning and hid all the dreams of the ages.
The fire sparked sharply and the old man brushed at a stray bit of
glowing ash that threatened to settle on him. He was just a bundle of
sticks, loosely tied together, that might crumble into dust if a strong
wind were to blow. Gray robes and a forest cloak hung on him as they
would have on a scarecrow. His skin was leathery and brown and had
shrunken close against his bones. Whitehair and beard wreathed his
head, thin and fine, like wisps of gauze against the firelight. He was
so wrinkled and hunched down that he looked to be a hundred years old.
He was, in fact, almost a thousand.
Strange, he thought suddenly, remembering his years. Paranor, the
Councils of the Races, even the Druids—gone. Strange that he should
have outlasted them all.
He shook his head. It was so long ago, so far back in time that it was a
part of his life he only barely recognized. He had thought that part
finished, gone forever. He had thought himself free. But he had never
been that, he guessed. It wasn't possible to be free of something
that, at the very least, was responsible for the fact that he was still
How else, after all, save for the Druid Sleep, could he still be
He shivered against the descending night, darkness all about him now as
the last of the sunlight slipped below the horizon. It was time. The
dreams had told him it must be now, and he believed the dreams because
he understood them. That, too, was a part of his old life that would not
let him goaO"dreams, visions of worlds beyond worlds, of warnings and
truths, of things that could and sometimes must be.
He stepped away from the fire and started up the narrow pathway into the
rocks. Shadows closed about him, their touch chill. He walked for a long
time, winding through narrow defiles, scrambling past massive boulders,
angling along craggy drops and jagged splits in the rock. When he
emerged again into the light, he stood within a shallow, rock-strewn
valley dominated by a lake whose glassy surface reflected back at him
with a harsh, greenish cast.
The lake was the resting place for the shades of Druids come and gone.
It was to the Hadeshorn that he had been summoned.
"Might as well get on with it,?" he growled softly.
He walked slowly, cautiously downward into the valley, his steps uneasy,
his heart pounding in his ears. He had been away a long time. The waters
before him did not stir; the shades lay sleeping. It was best that way,
he thought. It was best that they not be disturbed.
He reached the lake's edge and stopped. All was silent. He took a deep
breath, the air rattling from his chest as he exhaled like dry leaves
blown across stone. He fumbled at his waist for a pouch and loosened its
drawstrings. Carefully he reached within and drew out a handful of black
powder laced with silver sparkle. He hesitated, then threw it into the
air over the lake.
The powder exploded skyward with a strange light that brightened the air
about him as if it were day again. There was no heat, only light. It
shimmered and danced against the nighttime like a living thing. The old
man watched, robes and forest cloak pulled close, eyes bright with the
reflected glow. He rocked back and forth slightly and for a moment felt
Then a shadow appeared suddenly in the light, lifting out of it like a
wraith, a black form that might have been something strayed from the
darkness beyond. But the old man knew better. This was nothing strayed;
this was something called. The shadow tightened and took shape. It was
the shade of a man cloaked all in black, a tall and forbidding
apparition that anyone who had ever seen before would have recognized at
"So, Allanon,?" the old man whispered.
The hooded face tilted back so that the light revealed the dark, harsh
features clearlyaO"the angular bearded face, the long thin nose and
mouth, the fierce brow that might have been cast of iron, the eyes
beneath that seemed to look directly into the soul. The eyes found the
old man and held him fast.
—I need you—
The voice was a whisper in the old man's mind, a hiss of
dissatisfaction and urgency. The shade communicated by using thoughts
alone. The old man shrank back momentarily, wishing that the thing he
had called would instead be gone. Then he recovered himself and stood
firm before his fears.
"I am no longer one of you!aO? he snapped, his own eyes narrowing
dangerously, forgetting that it was not necessary to speak aloud. aOoeYou
cannot command me!"
—I do not command. I request. Listen to me. You are all that is left,
the last that may be until my successor is found. Do you understand—
The old man laughed nervously. "Understand? Ha! Who understands better
—A part of you will always be what once you would not have questioned.
The magic stays within you. Always. Help me. I send the dreams and the
Shannara children do not respond. Someone must go to them. Someone must
make them see. You—
"Not me! I have lived apart from the races for years now. I wish
nothing more to do with their troubles!" The old man straightened his
stick form and frowned. aOoeI shed myself of such nonsense long ago."
The shade seemed to rise and broaden suddenly before him, and he felt
himself lifted free of the earth. He soared skyward, far into the night.
He did not struggle, but held himself firm, though he could feel the
other's anger rushing through him like a black river. The shade's
voice was the sound of bones grating.
The Four Lands appeared, spread out before him, a panorama of
grasslands, mountains, hills, lakes, forests, and rivers, bright
swatches of earth colored by sunlight. He caught his breath to see it so
clearly and from so far up in the sky, even knowing that it was only a
vision. But the sunlight began to fade almost at once, the color to
wash. Darkness closed about, filled with dull gray mist and sulfurous
ash that rose from burned-out craters. The land lost its character and
became barren and lifeless. He felt himself drift closer, repulsed as he
descended by the sights and smells of it. Humans wandered the
devastation in packs, more animals than men. They rent and tore at each
other; they howled and shrieked. Dark shapes flitted among them, shadows
that lacked substance yet had eyes of fire. The shadows moved through
the humans, joining with them, becoming them, leaving them again. They
moved in a dance that was macabre, yet purposeful. The shadows were
devouring the humans, he saw. The shadows were feeding on them.
The vision shifted. He saw himself then, a skeletal, ragged beggar
facing a cauldron of strange white fire that bubbled and swirled and
whispered his name. Vapors lifted from the cauldron and snaked their way
down to where he stood, wrapping about him, caressing him as if he were
their child. Shadows flitted all about, passing by at first, then
entering him as if he were a hollow casing in which they might play as
they chose. He could feel their touch; he wanted to scream.
The vision shifted once more. There was a huge forest and in the middle
of the forest a great mountain. Atop the mountain sat a castle, old and
weathered, towers and parapets rising up against the dark of the land.
Paranor, he thought! It was Paranor come again! He felt something bright
and hopeful well up within him, and he wanted to shout his elation. But
the vapors were already coiling about the castle. The shadows were
already flitting close. The ancient fortress began to crack and crumble,
stone and mortar giving way as if caught in a vise. The earth shuddered
and screams lifted from the humans become animals. Fire erupted out of
the earth, splitting apart the mountain on which Paranor sat and then
the castle itself. Wailing filled the air, the sound of one bereft of
the only hope that had remained to him. The old man recognized the
wailing as his own.
Then the images were gone. He stood again before the Hadeshorn, in the
shadow of the Dragon's Teeth, alone with the shade of Allanon. In
spite of his resolve, he was shaking.
The shade pointed at him.
—It will be as I have shown you if the dreams are ignored. It will be
so if you fail to act. You must help. Go to themaO"the boy, the girl,
and the Dark Uncle. Tell them the dreams are real. Tell them to come to
me here on the first night of the new moon when the present cycle is
complete. I will speak with them then—
The old man frowned and muttered and worried his lower lip. His fingers
once more drew tight the drawstrings to the pouch, and he shoved it back
into his belt. "I will do so because there is no one else!" he said
finally, spitting out the words in distaste. "But do not expect . . .
—Only go to them. Nothing more is required. Nothing more will be
The shade of Allanon shimmered brightly and disappeared. The light
faded, and the valley was empty again. The old man stood looking out
over the still waters of the lake for a moment, then turned away.
The fire he had left behind still burned on his return, but it was small
now and frail-looking against the night. The old man stared absently at
the flames, then hunkered down before them. He stirred at the ashes
already forming and listened to the silence of his thoughts.
The boy, the girl, and the Dark Uncle—he knew them. They were the
Shannara children, the ones who could save them all, the ones who could
bring back the magic. He shook his grizzled head. How was he to convince
them? If they would not heed Allanon, what chance that they would heed
He saw again in his mind the frightening visions. He had best find a way
to make them listen, he thought. Because, as he was fond of reminding
himself, he knew something of visions, and there was a truth to these
that even one such as he, one who had foresworn the Druids and their
magic, could recognize.
If the Shannara children failed to listen, these visions would come to
Just like any other T.B. master piece, this book delivers a great thrill. It is a great start of a new series. Easy to read, easy to get into. Highly recommended.
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Posted February 22, 2008
This series was even better than the first! Once again Terry Brooks has weaved in the most interesting sub plots to an amazing main plot! I must admit the beginning is a bit slow and if you are not used to long descriptions, it will feel slow, but after you get through the first few pages, you'll be hooked for life! I love how he continues to write about the Shannara children and the Ohmsfords and Leahs, it gives it a sense of realness. By far, Morgan, Walker, and Par are my favorite characters!
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Posted March 27, 2012
Posted January 14, 2012
Terry Brooks never fails to create wonderful fiction filled with Colorful characters, plot twists and adventure. The continuing saga of the druids and the struggle to end evil in the world is continued in this book. Will Par find what he needs to restore what was lost? Will his family be safe while he seeks to complete the tasks given him by Alanon's shade? You will have to read this story to find out.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted January 9, 2011
The Scions of Shannara is a great book! It is easy to understand with very dramatic war scences. A lot of creativity went into writing this book. Terry Brooks is the author.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted May 3, 2010
I was a bit unsure about the first Terry Brooks novel I read (The Sword of Shannara), but each of his books just plain get better and better. A delightful fantasy writer, I loved all four books of the "Heritage of Shannara" series. Keep up the good work Terry...I'll keep buying if you keep writing.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Tolkien may have started it all but for this reader, it was Terry Brooks and the Sword of Shannara series that sucked me into the fantasy genre. With the Heritage of Shannara series, Brooks keeps the superb story telling going. If you like good writing, good character development and an all around great story, you'll love this book and the series as a whole. What's especially good about Brooks' writing is his character development. They "feel" like real people. What I wouldn't do to be able to write characters like him. The world of Shannara is one that has stood the test of time also, becoming richer and richer with each novel and series. Keep up the great writing Mr. Brooks and thanks for inspiring me to read and write fantasy.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted December 27, 2009
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This is one of the worst books I have ever read! It took me a month to read it, that is how monotonous it was! Don't read it, it is not worth it!
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Posted June 27, 2006
Although it was hard to get into,this book was really good! I had trouble putting it down. I really like the story. It is really suspenseful and the end leaves off at a suspenseful point. I can't wait to read the next one. The only thing I would change is putting more girl characters in it. I hope Terry Brooks keeps writing!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted April 20, 2006
I loved the Shannara series as soon as I started reading it. It started with me reading the back of 'The Sword of Shannara', after reading the first few pages I was hooked. I had to force myself to put the book down when I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore (although I just fell asleep on top of the book a few times). I absolutely love these books!!! I try to collect as many of them in hardcover as possible so that they don't fall apart like my copy of the Sword of Shannara has. (note: my copy of the Sword of Shannara is the original copy from when it was first published in 1977.) Keep up the good work Terry!!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted March 4, 2005
First time I ever read any novel by Terry Brooks. It won't be the last. He has a way of writing that doesnt' bog you down. Overall, I found this to be a very good story, and very well detailed. One of the things I always look for is well-written dialog. This was definately a good example of a story that had such dialog. Things were natural, you felt what the character felt, and you felt emersed in this world of his.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted October 24, 2004
One of the best Shannara books I've read yet. The Free-Born against the Federation is very interesting, as well as the intriguing plot and the introduction of Walker Boh, who is in my opinion the greatest character yet in this series. By far a must-read for anybody liking fiction.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted May 19, 2004
I went to my school library becauseI had to do a reading project and got this book and as soon as I read the first 10pages I was hooked and couldn't put the book down out of all the books I have read this is by far the best.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted May 20, 2004
They just keep getting better and better! It's been about 300 years since 'Wishong' (Jair&Brin are dead obviously) and we meet Par and Coll Ohmsford. They are more similar to Sheae and Flick than in any Shannara book in my opinion. Anyways, the Four Lands are now governed under Federation rule with no majic allowed. There is the secret police to make sure you don't use any at all. Par, Coll, Wren (Par's cousin), and Walker Boh (Par's uncle) are given different tasks each. All seem impossible, but failure is not an option as creatures called Shadowen plague the Four Lands. As usual, there are ordered by a certain druid (again!) to do so. The book is REALLY slow for the first 200 pages and then it's way better! My rating: 93/100Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
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Posted June 3, 2003
I picked up this big book, I usually love big novels, starring at the name 'The scions of shannara' so i decided to give it a try. Immediately i read the first page I couldnt help my soul from being captivated by this fantasy until I read the very Last words .Par and Coll Ohmsford are my favourite characters and I hope they stay alive to recover their lost glory!. I look forward to getting the next one The Druid of Shannara. I cant wait to have that one!.Thanks to Terry Brooks!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted June 13, 2003
For me, this book was a little hard to get into at the beginning. When it talks about Wren or the Ohmsford boys I'll just barely concentrate. My favorite characters are the Druids. Allanon hands down is my favorite character out of all these books. Walker Boh is kind of cool, though he could lighten up a little bit.I didn't think it got good until about the last 200 pages, but I still thought it was good. I'm now about 50 pages into 'The Druid of Shannara.' I hope it'll be better.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted April 9, 2003
when i started this book out i couldn't get into it. it was kind of strange and grasping the characters and plot was... 'hard' in a way. i didn't feel a tie between any of the characters. but i kind of forced myself to read it and after that its all like 'hmmmmmmm... this isnt so bad after all!' and i really got into it. i cried at the ending though! i mean, you think he's dead and then the whole mental breakdown occurs and you feel so sorry for them. it got to me i think cause i have a sibling and if that happened to her i would never be the same. but then you read the last chapter and its all like i wasted my tears for nothing?!? anyways, this is an awsome book and i'm hoping to get started on the second heritage book! i would recommend this book to any terry brooks fan.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.