By Terry Brooks
Years have handed because the devastating demon-led conflict that nearly exterminated humankind. those that escaped the carnage have been resulted in sanctuary by means of the boy saviour often called Hawk: the gypsy morph. yet now, the unbelievable has come to move: the cocoon of protecting magic surrounding the valley has vanished. whilst Sider Ament, final surviving Knight of the notice, detects unknown predators stalking the valley, and Trackers from the human village of Glensk wooden locate in their personal gruesomely killed, there should be doubtless: the as soon as shelter of generations has been laid naked. jointly, the younger Trackers, the getting older Knight and a bold Elf princess race to unfold be aware of the encroaching threat. yet suspicion and hostility between their countrymen threaten to doom their efforts from inside, whereas past the breached borders, a ruthless Troll military plenty for invasion. status company among the 2, the final wielder of the black employees and its extraordinary magic needs to discover a successor to hold at the struggle opposed to the cresting new wave of evil.
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Bearers of the Black Staff (Legends of Shannara, Book 1) by Terry Brooks