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李 梅 211664752213b4 — I enjoyed the Second Chronicles even more than I did the first, as the conceit of Foul's millennia-in-the-making plan to bleach the Land of its inherent Earthpower through the Sunbane—and administered through the banefire auspices of the Gibbon-Raver-led Clave—as a corruption stemming from Foul's original defeat by TC proved to be, for me, an effective, even enhancing twist to the series. Furthermore, in addition to the self-loathing and lacerating personality of the eternally-tormented and leprotic Covenant we get Dr. Linden Avery, a physician with her own baggage—stuffed to bursting with shards of jagged, broken glass and the acrid smell of burning lye—who carries a guilt for not having loved her parents sufficiently to redeem them and a burgeoning talent for taking possession of other's minds, that makes her—in the end—perhaps even more of a fascinating anti-hero than the star of the show. I had always loved the three Ravers, and they are put to excellent use throughout, especially in engendering within Covenant's veins the venom that perpetually threatens to unleash the Arch-shattering Wild Magic. We also get an entire ship's crew of Giants by the end of the first novel who will carry Avery and Covenant across the uncharted oceans in search of an answer to the brutally entrapping snare that Lord Foul has lain for his pair of gaoler's keys. While the entire concept of the Elohim was a bit too all-purpose-magic-pixie deus ex machina for me, Vain, the enigmatic gift of the inscrutable ur-Viles, rocks, as does the superb sidebar to Braithairealm, the desert city perilously near to the wasteland home of the Sand Gorgons, where the Giant's ship must put in for repairs, and which will bring the sinister intrigues of the city-state's ruler, the Gaddhi, and his sorcerous steward, the Kemper, down upon the traveller's heads. The merewives are nifty, the battle between Haruchai and Keeper on the Island of the One Tree tres cool; whilst the return to the Land in the third and closing book is top notch, especially the final showdown between Gibbon-Raver and Covenant, in which the juggernaut of natural force, Nom, will earn a measure of revenge for the heart-rending death of the noble Honninscrave. Everything after this clash is, in a way, almost anticlimactic; however, the journey into the bowels of Mount Thunder and the face-to-face with a supremely confident Lord Foul—who appears to have correctly anticipated his opponent's every move and calculated the perfectly coordinated response—and his two remaining Ravers, brings things to a close well enough. It certainly wasn't as lame a resolution as the Hey, ghosts, let's laugh at Foul and reduce him to a lil' baby! grasp at the straws that comprised the painfully unsatisfying conclusion to the First Chronicles. Avery makes the choice that that weird old man, the Creator, knew she had it in her to make; and, with Covenant dead and the good doctor on her way back to the real earth, she even takes the time to straighten the spine of the husband of the First and fashion a new Staff of Law, one that avoids the old ideological rigidities that doomed the Land to the leechcraft of the Sunbane from the imperfect original. Well written—in Donaldson's rich vocabulary that ofttimes threatens to tumble over into pretension or parody but never actually fails to recover its balance—and melding the author's fertile imagination and eastern-tinged fantasy memes into the inevitable questing journey that still contains enough originality to put it in that relatively unoccupied second tier of fantasy works below the topmost occupied by the two Big Fellas themselves.

Kieron Garlic kieron519a — This book was utterly haunting, and much of what Levi wrote has stayed with me ever since. One of the best Holocaust memoirs I've ever read.