Shadows on the Stars (Merlin Saga Series #10)

Shadows on the Stars (Merlin Saga Series #10)

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by T. A. Barron

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As peace returns to Avalon, Tamwyn, Elli, and Scree discover a terrifying new threat: The warlord Rhita Gawr has set out to conquer Avalon as well as mortal Earth. Racing against time, the friends embark on three separate quests. To succeed, they must solve Avalon's most elusive mysteries. And they will need to travel vast distances—both in their world and in


As peace returns to Avalon, Tamwyn, Elli, and Scree discover a terrifying new threat: The warlord Rhita Gawr has set out to conquer Avalon as well as mortal Earth. Racing against time, the friends embark on three separate quests. To succeed, they must solve Avalon's most elusive mysteries. And they will need to travel vast distances—both in their world and in their own hearts.

Editorial Reviews

Wolf Moon Press Journal)
[A] fine ride for readers. The events, descriptions, and maturation of the main characters are all skillfully drawn...
Publishers Weekly
Aficionados of Arthuriana and T.A. Barron get a double treat in the form of Shadows on the Stars, the second book in the Great Tree of Avalon series. PW wrote of the first book, Child of the Dark Prophecy, "The thickening plot and the three key characters-Tamwyn, Scree and Elli-as well as a captivating supporting cast of sprites, fairies and assorted changelings will keep the pages turning." Here the trio divides in order to conquer the warlord Rhita Gawr to save not only Avalon but the Earth itself. Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
The second book in the Avalon series picks up where the first left off, and readers will be well rewarded for their wait. Following a harrowing vision of the future that might be from the top of Merlin's Stargazing Stone Tamwyn, Elli and Scree now must part ways as each takes on a quest crucial to the future of the realms of the Great Tree. Rhita Gawr, the wicked warlord of the Otherworld, is moving ahead in his plan to take over Avalon, as well as the worlds beyond, and if he is not stopped, all life is doomed. Tamwyn follows in his father's path up the trunk of the great tree to reach the stars in order to relight the darkened Wizard's Staff. Elli travels through the root realms to find and destroy Rhita Gawr's dark crystal of destruction. Scree comes face to face with a clan of bloodthirsty eaglefolk who have joined Gawr's dark forces led by Queen, the eaglewoman who had betrayed him. Barron's narrative weaves in and out of each of these tales, punctuated by glimpses into the dark realm of Gawr and his sorcerer Kulwych. The suspense builds as each character battles fantastic creatures and even more fantastic odds in the struggle to save Avalon. Flowing underneath all the action, Tamwyn and Elli struggle to understand their own, and each other's, feelings. Barron crafts vivid scenes with original and well-developed supporting characters, moving the plot at a gobble-it-up pace. Readers are left, once again, eagerly waiting for the adventure to continue. (The Great Tree of Avalon, Book 2). KLIATT Codes: JS—Recommended for junior and senior high school students. 2005, Penguin, Philomel, 430p., Ages 12 to 18.
—Michele Winship
School Library Journal
Gr 7 Up-In this second book of a proposed trilogy, Barron continues the epic adventures of Tamwyn, Elli, and Scree in the year 1002 in the legendary world of Avalon, a seven-root tree that was planted from a seed by Merlin. The wizard's 17-year-old grandson, Tamwyn, is a wilderness guide with the ability to understand the languages of nonhumans. But, is he his grandfather's true heir-or is he the child of the Dark Prophecy who is destined to bring about the end of the peaceful world of Avalon? In the tradition of classic high fantasy, this is a lengthy novel of the battle between good and evil. It has a fully realized universe replete with a large cast of characters and is laced with some humor, gory battles, and many magical elements. Barron touches on many worthy themes: the power of one person to make a difference; trusting in one's abilities; the fragility of our environment; the need to honor all forms of life. There is much to keep track of and the plot moves along slowly with long explanations that reference Child of the Dark Prophecy (Philomel, 2004) and set the stage for the final installment. Fans of the author's "Lost Years of Merlin" series (Philomel) will enjoy finding places where the two series converge.-Connie Tyrrell Burns, Mahoney Middle School, South Portland, ME Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
From the Publisher
"[A] fine ride for readers. The events, descriptions, and maturation of the main characters are all skillfully drawn..." Wolf Moon Press Journal

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XXX A Pure Crystal

Elli and Tamwyn found themselves sitting on the floor of a large room. Its floor, walls, and furniture all sparkled with a moist, silvery sheen, like frozen mist. The ceiling, unlike any they'd ever seen, tapered to a point high above their heads. All at once, the truth struck home, and they turned to each other.

"We're inside the tree!" they both said at once.

"I do have chairs, you know," rang a mischievous voice behind them.

They spun around-and then leaped to their feet. Tamwyn accidentally stepped on Elli's toes, but she hardly noticed. For seated before them was the Lady of the Lake herself.

She sat in a chair sprouting out of the floor, a crystalline burl that was part of the tree itself. Under its vaporous surface, it seemed as solid as any wooden chair-maybe more so, since it looked as if it had lasted all the ages of Avalon. The woman herself seemed quite old, and yet her gray-blue eyes twinkled with youthful vitality. She studied her guests, playing with the curls of her silver hair, until at last she spoke to them in a rich, gentle voice.

"And so we meet," she declared, inclining her head to each of them in turn. "Elliryanna Lailoken. A mouthful of a name, that is! No wonder you go by just Elli." She grinned playfully at the surprised young woman, then turned to Tamwyn. "And Tamwyn, who doesn't even know his full name." She watched him shift uncomfortably, then added softly: "Although ... I do."

Tamwyn started. He leaned forward and opened his mouth to ask her to say more, when she raised her hand. "Later, Tamwyn." Reluctantly, he shut his mouth, though his dark eyes stared at her in wonder.

She turned at last to Nuic, who was standing on the sparkling floor beside Elli. This time, she did more than incline her head. She drew her thick shawl about her shoulders and rose from her chair, as gracefully as a spiral of mist. Then she made a full curtsey to the pinnacle sprite.

"Nuic," she said. "How good to see you."

The Lady's special treatment of Nuic was, for Elli, surprising enough. But what words then came out of his mouth surprised her even more. For her ever-grumpy maryth said nothing harsh or even irreverent. He simply said graciously, "The pleasure is mine."

Elli glanced down at the sprite, whose colors were vibrant blues and greens. "You've met before?"

Nuic just shrugged. "You could say that, Elliryanna."

The Lady, watching him, fingered the amulet of oak, ash, and hawthorn leaves that hung around her neck. "Indeed you could."

Tamwyn and Elli traded glances. Then, while Elli puzzled over the sprite's strange behavior, Tamwyn turned back to the Lady. Her eyes, so bright, with both gray and blue, reminded him of the mist swirling on the sapphire lake. And there was something else about her-something magical-that made him think of the museo he'd seen that night back in Stoneroot. Although he'd been mired in a heap of dung, that museo, and the strange bard with the sideways-growing beard, had lifted his spirits right out of the dung and into the stars.

That's how Tamwyn felt just now, for no reason he could name: ready to reach as high as he could. As high as the true heir of Merlin, perhaps-even if, as he feared, he was really very different. As different from Merlin's heir as anyone could possibly be.

The Lady of the Lake sat again, and gestured for them to do the same. Both Elli and Tamwyn found shimmering burls beside the enchantress, not far from a wide hearth that glowed steadily. But it wasn't any fire that produced the glow. It was, as Elli realized with astonishment, a cluster of light flyers-tiny winged creatures who were among the rarest in Avalon. They were crawling across the back of the hearth, their frilled wings pulsing with golden light.

"What a beautiful way to light your home," said Elli.

"And no need for kindling," said the wilderness guide next to her.

"Hmmmpff," said Nuic in his usual crusty style. He had chosen to sit on the floor, not far from the Lady's bare feet. "At least they're friendlier than the last winged beasts we encountered."

The Lady's eyes grew suddenly sad. "Ah, yes. You have met ghoulacas."

"Where did they come from?" asked Tamwyn.

The old enchantress sighed. "They are fairly new to Avalon, made by some hand I do not recognize. Yet this much I can tell you: In their blood runs an ancient evil. As old as Merlin's magical seed. The same evil that fanned the flames of greed and hatred into the War of Storms."

"But," protested Tamwyn, "that war, and that whole age, ended long ago."

"It did indeed." The elder woman drew herself up straighter. "We ended it, Merlin and I, with the Treaty of the Swaying Sea. But the evil did not die. It merely retreated to the shadows."

She plucked at one of the green threads in her gown, holding it closer to the hearth's light. At once, Tamwyn and Elli realized that it wasn't a thread at all, but a living vine. Her entire gown was woven of vines and leafy green shoots, all supple and alive. To Elli, it was almost-though not quite-as beautiful as the gown of woven spider's silk worn by the High Priestess.

"You see this vine?" asked the Lady. "Green it is, and green it will remain, so long as my will is there to support it. The same is true for a friendship, a marriage ... or a treaty of peace."

Tamwyn gazed into the hearth. "So when the people lose their will for peace, things will happen-things like ghoulacas?"

She nodded. "And more."

He chewed his lip. "Things like weird, moaning winds ... and strange white lakes."

"Or maybe even," added Elli, "distant stars going dark."

"Or things more subtle, that can't be seen," declared Nuic. "Things like arrogance. In a priestess, or a so-called teacher."

"True." The woman's eyes, glowing brighter than the hearth, peered at Nuic. "The same sort of arrogance that, long ago, caused Rhiannon, daughter of Elen the Founder, to resign as High Priestess and leave the Society that she'd worked so long and hard to create."

Elli started. "So that's why Rhia walked out?"

"Hmmmpff," corrected Nuic. "She didn't just walk out. She stormed out- shouting and hurling insults right and left. I remember well, I saw it."

"Nuic," demanded Elli. "I didn't know you'd ever been to the Drumadians' compound before last month."

The sprite eyed her grumpily. "You think all I've done with my life is sit on my ass in mountain streams? Well, think again."

Beneath the wrinkles on the Lady's cheeks, she grinned. And Tamwyn noticed, really for the first time, just how beautiful she looked. Not just radiant, and magical, and mysterious. Beautiful.

You must have been totally gorgeous when you were young, he thought to himself, speaking in his mind's private language that only non-human creatures understood.

To his absolute horror, she turned to him and answered with thoughts of her own.

So I'm not gorgeous now?

Tamwyn sputtered and had such a sudden fit of coughing that he almost fell off his burl chair. As soon as he could speak again, he stammered, "You-you are, my gorgeous. I mean, my grace! Er, your gorge ... No, no. Your grace. You're really-"

"Amused," she cut in, her whole face alight. She reached over and patted his shoulder. "I really am. And I'm also flattered by your comments."

Elli drew her brows together. "Comments? All I heard was coughing."

The Lady turned toward her. "With Tamwyn, my dear, you have to listen closely. Just as a good guide might tell you to listen to the voices of the forest."

Both Elli and Tamwyn stiffened. "So ..." asked Elli, "you've been watching us?"

"Only while you've been in the forest. But that's long enough to know something else is troubling you. Something besides ghoulacas and vanishing stars."

She faced Tamwyn. "What is it?"

He hesitated. "Well ... who really is the true heir of Merlin? And is he ..." His eyes darted over to Elli. "Is he really like a brother to that, that other person?"

Long and hard, the Lady looked at him, saying nothing.

Tamwyn swallowed.

"Before we talk more," the Lady said at last, "I should like to offer you a meal."

She rose, beckoning them to come across the room to a round hole in the floor where a spiral stairway descended. Elli picked up Nuic and followed, while Tamwyn came last. Down they went, stepping on the glistening stairs that seemed as delicate as wisps of mist. Soon they stood in another room, lit not by a glowing hearth but by rays of starlight that poured through knot holes in the trunk of the tree. In the center of the room sat a table and four chairs, all sprouted from the tree. As they sat down, the Lady brushed some silver curls off her brow and waved her hand in the air.

A flock of faeries suddenly appeared, flying in through the holes in the trunk. Their wings, colored the same misty blue as their flowing tunics, whirred through the shafts of starlight. It seemed as if their wings caused ripples and swirls in the light as they passed, like a hand moving through a quiet pool of water.

Some of the faeries carried slabs of honeycomb, dripping with sweet nectar; others brought apples, raspberries, blueberries, tangerines, and pears, all bulging with succulent juices. Still other faeries bore fresh green shoots, mushrooms, tubers, and tangy strips of salted chewbark. There were open shells piled high with sweetnuts and orange cream, honey-glazed walnuts, and rosehip rolls filled with sliced strawberries. And to top it all off-platters overflowing with chocolates. Made from cocoa beans and sugar cane, the chocolates had been deftly formed into the shapes of maple leaves, pine cones, and raspberries. Finally, to drink, the faeries brought wooden cups that brimmed with the simplest and most delightful prize of all: fresh, clear water from a secret woodland stream.

"Thank you," said Tamwyn as he stared at the magnificent feast arrayed before them. The Lady shook her head. "Do not thank me. Thank the forest. For all this comes as a gift, given freely by the land." She reached out her hands, clasping those of Elli and Tamwyn. "But first, before we eat, let us take a moment to meditate. As Rhiannon herself once said:

Listen to Creation's morning, Waking all around you. Feel the spark of dawn within, Breaking day has found you."

Elli beamed. "I just love those words."

"Do you, now?" The Lady gave her hand a slight squeeze.

"Hmmmpff," was Nuic's only comment.

A moment of silence ensued, and Tamwyn tried to think about the beauties of the forest that had produced this meal-the flowing rills, the boughs heavy with fruit, the starlit wings of the misty blue faeries. But hard as he tried, he couldn't think about such things without imagining the rills going dry, the fruit withering and losing all its color, the faeries leaving their homes in search of starlight.

That's not meditation, Tamwyn, came the Lady's gentle voice inside his head.. That's all your worries. He looked at her. What he saw in those gray-blue eyes was a sadness beyond anything he could comprehend. And yet ... sparkling in the depths, he caught the faintest glimmer of something else. He couldn't be sure, but it seemed almost like a challenge. Or perhaps ... a hope.

At a nod from the Lady, they began to eat. And eat, and eat! At some point in the meal, between the sweetnuts with orange cream and the honey-glazed walnuts, the Lady announced, "I would like to tell you a story. Keep eating, now, don't stop. Just listen to a true tale of Avalon, one that happened very long ago, before any of you-save you, my dear Nuic-were born."

She took a sip of crystal clear water. "Long ago, in the Year of Avalon 130, a terrible blight appeared right here in the upper reaches of El Urien ... which in the wood elves' language means Deepest Forest. Everything the blight touched withered and died, from the biggest tree to the smallest lichen. Some thought it was a disease spawned by the woodland marshes; others took comfort in the belief that it would never spread to other realms. But the High Priestess of the time-Rhiannon-felt differently. She felt sure that the blight was the work of the wicked spirit lord Rhita Gawr, who hoped to cause havoc in Avalon, to make this world his own. So Rhia sought help from the great wizard Merlin."

"Who was also her brother, right?" Tamwyn asked.

"Hush, will you?" Elli scolded. "Of course he was her brother! Every little light flyer knows that."

The Lady raised her hand for silence, then went on. "Merlin realized that there was only one way to stop the blight-to obtain a pure crystal of élano, which is the most powerful, and also the most elusive, magical substance in Avalon. Produced deep within the roots of the Great Tree, it is the Tree's essential sap, supporting all forms of life. Yes-even you and me! Merlin called élano 'the true life-giving force of Avalon' ... but even he didn't comprehend all its powers.

What he did know was that, while élano needs no guidance to work its healing magic, it can still be shaped by strong wizardry."

She drew a slow breath. "There is only one place in Avalon where undiluted élano is found, with enough quantity to make a pure crystal: the White Geyser of Crystillia, not far from this very forest. Bursting forth at the uppermost canyon of High Brynchilla, this geyser carries enough élano that its water actually glows at night."

"And the water from that geyser also carries colors," added Elli. "That's why it's so white. My father used to tell me stories about it-how it flows down a big canyon to a place called Prism Gorge, and how it splits into all the colors of the rainbow."

Although Tamwyn was tempted to tell her to hush, just as she'd told him, he didn't. For one thing, he was still within fist-striking distance-no small matter, since he'd gotten enough black eyes from her already. And for another, he just liked the way she talked about her father. He wished, in that moment, that he had known his own father. Or at least known for sure who he was.

"That's right, Elli." The Lady gestured for a pair of faeries to refill her wooden cup, and they whirred over with a brimming water gourd. When they finished pouring, she thanked them and took another sip.

"So Merlin got the crystal from the White Geyser?" asked Elli.

"No," answered the Lady. "To make a pure crystal of élano, he needed to find water that was perfectly still. The geyser wouldn't work, nor would the river that runs from it down the Canyon of Crystillia to Prism Gorge."

"Is there a lake of this élano water somewhere?" asked Tamwyn.

To Elli's surprise, the Lady gave him an approving nod. "Good thinking. There was only one such lake."

"Not ..." Tamwyn frowned. "Not that white lake we saw near the geyser? It didn't look right somehow."

"Not right at all," she declared, her brow furrowed. "About that, we'll hear more later. But in Merlin's day, there was only one such lake, and it lies far down inside the roots, many leagues below the White Geyser. Using portals known only to himself, Merlin took a remarkable journey deep within the Tree to find the lake. He brought along Rhiannon, her faithful maryth, and also her trusted companion from the Society of the Whole: a priest named Lleu of the One Ear, an old friend of the wizard from his youth in Lost Fincayra. When they finally reached the subterranean lake, Merlin conjured up a boat as white as the water itself. He sailed out to where the water was both deep and still, and inserted his staff, the wondrous Ohnyalei."

The Lady's cheeks flushed with passion. "And then a miracle occurred! The magic of Merlin's staff drew to itself the tiny particles of élano. Just as a flower with nectar draws butterflies! Even Merlin wasn't sure why it worked, though he believed that the powers of Ohnyalei were so aligned with the powers of élano, that they were practically kin. So his staff pulled the élano from the depths of that lake, and bound it together in a very small-and immensely powerful-crystal."

Elli sighed deeply. "Amazing. A pure crystal of élano! Did it stop the blight?"

"Oh yes, my dear. Merlin and Rhiannon placed it deep in the forest, at the origin of the blight. The life-giving powers of the crystal expanded, restoring every particle of soil, every root, every leaf. It brought new life to the land, and fresh rain from the sky, leaving the forest even richer than before. Meanwhile, the priest Lleu returned to the Great Temple and gave the world a lasting gift-his master work, Cyclo Avalon, which sets down for all Drumadians the lore of élano."

Elli smiled, thinking how much Lleu's great-grandson would have appreciated hearing those words. "And so," she asked, "where is the crystal now?"

The Lady's gray-blue eyes sparkled. "Can you keep a secret? There are many, including the agents of Rhita Gawr, who have longed to find it."

"I can," promised Elli.

"Me, too," declared Tamwyn.

"Not me," said Nuic gruffly. "But if I ever told anyone, they wouldn't believe an old pinnacle sprite anyway."

The Lady flashed him a mischievous grin. "All right then, I'll tell you. The pure crystal of élano, the only one in existence, is ..." She lifted the amulet of oak, ash, and hawthorn leaves that hung around her neck. As she peeled back some leaves, there was a bright flash. "Right here."

For a long moment, they gazed at the radiant crystal. Its white light, with subtle tones of blue and green, sparkled all across the room within the tree of mist. Light shone on the vaporous walls, the gnarled burls that formed their table and chairs, the delicate spiral stairway leading to the hearth room above, and most of all, in the Lady's abundant silver curls.

"How," asked Elli, "did you get it?"

The Lady released the amulet and drew a deep breath. "Rhiannon herself gave it to me."

Elli said nothing, but looked at her strangely for some time. Then, her voice hushed, she declared, "I know who you really are."

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From the Publisher
"[A] fine ride for readers. The events, descriptions, and maturation of the main characters are all skillfully drawn..." -Wolf Moon Press Journal

Meet the Author

T.A. Barron is the award-winning author of fantasy novels such as The Lost Years of Merlin epic—soon to be a major motion picture. He serves on a variety of environmental and educational boards including The Nature Conservancy and The Land and Water Fund of the Rockies, and is the founder of a national award for heroic children. Following a life-changing decision to leave a successful business career to write full-time in 1990, Barron has written seventeen books, but is happiest when on the mountain trails with his wife, Currie, and their five children.

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Shadows on the Stars (Merlin Series #10) 4.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 21 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
it was really good. it leaves you hanging so you have to read the last one. i hate trilogies because they're so short and always really good.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was amazing! Simply amazing. I loved every part of it. The strong characters were portrayed well, and I felt like I knew them like I had grown up listening to their tales. This book gave me so many different feelings, I was frustrated, sad, and happy, right along with the characters. This book is wonderful, and I¿d recommend it to any reader, any age that could handle it. The best ages for this book would probably be 12 to until you lose your eyesight. There¿s no sexuality or foul language. This book was excellent and I can¿t wait for the third one in the trilogy to come out!
Anonymous 9 hours ago
Im a book critic and i dont love alot of books. But this book blew me away with cliff hangers at the end of each chapter and all the charecters and detail. T.A Barron is a gifted writer and is my new favorite writer in all the books i have read. Thank u and countinue to wrte and make storys with ur imaganation. I will alwasys be reading Shadows on the stars over and over again! Thanks and please write more amazing!
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TA Barron you're a gifted writer I have read all the Merlins and I can't wait to start this one.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love how these books pick up right where it left off in the last one so your not getting frustrated what had happened when you finished the book before cant wait to read the next book :)
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SteelpenLS More than 1 year ago
The story goes on from book one perfect with his writing
arianaxg More than 1 year ago
can't wait for the third book
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One of the best books i have read
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was amazing! Simply amazing. I loved every part of it. The strong characters were portrayed well, and I felt like I knew them like I had grown up listening to their tales. This book gave me so many different feelings, I was frustrated, sad, and happy, right along with the characters. This book is wonderful, and I¿d recommend it to any reader, any age that could handle it. The best ages for this book would probably be 12 to until you lose your eyesight. There¿s no sexuality or foul language. This book was excellent and I can¿t wait for the third one in the trilogy to come out!
Guest More than 1 year ago
After finishing, I am even more impatient for Book Three than I was for Book Two. The ever-thickening, multi-layered plot combined with Mr. Barron¿s strong characters kept me constantly on the edge of my seat. Arthurian legend enthusiasts and nature lovers alike will surely appreciate this magical tale!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This was an AWESOME book!! I think it was as good as the first and the ending is suspensful. The only thing I'll tell you that some stuff goes on between Elli and Tamwyn, making the book more interesting..i highly suggest you read this book!! It follows 3 characters, elli, tamwyn, and scree...each travel with friends, except Scree...its a very exciting book and you never know what is going to happen next!
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Back for the second installment of ¿The Great Tree of Avalon¿ series are Tamwyn, Elli, Brionna, Scree and Nuic. The voyagers we all came to know in the first book have now become a close-knit group ¿ until they discover they have to separate and go on their own journeys to save the great world of Avalon. Armed with Merlin¿s staff, Tamwyn ventures through the trunk of the Great Tree looking for his lost father, Krystallus Eopia, who he became separated from when he was young. Along the way he encounters mystical creatures, some new, and some old with a twist. Tamwyn battles everything on his dangerous climb from giant termites to fire angels to waterfalls¿until he reaches Merlin¿s knothole, which gives him a close and exhilarating view of the stars. Barron describes this scene vividly, and it is my favorite moment in the book. It compares favorably to laying your eyes on the Colorado Rockies for the first time, or the Grand Canyon, or any other of life¿s great natural monuments. Not long after he finds the knothole, Tamwyn discovers the truth of his father and why the stars in the constellation resembling Merlin¿s staff have gone out. Elli, in the meantime, takes a crystal of elano from the Lady of Lake, and will dive into the world of Shadowroot, the dark side of the Great Tree. There she will battle the sorcerer Kulwych, to destroy the corrupted crystal of elano that he wields for his warlord spirit master Rhita Gawr. And as for the last adventurer, the eagleman Scree, he confronts his own kind to lead them away from the war in which they were enlisted to aid Kulwych. There is one surprise in Scree¿s quest he regrets learning too late, and it will forever haunt him. Barron¿s rich portrayal of the Avalon world is described with even greater detail in this new installment, and will give readers¿ memories a grand story to cling to for decades to come.