The Last Druid

FOUR

At first, after Clizia s trap was sprung, Drisker Arc fell into blackness for an endless stretch of time. There was nothing to see and no sound, no tastes or smells, no feeling, no anything. Drisker folded into a ball and hung on, waiting for something more to reveal itself. He was not at all sure what sort of trap he had stumbled into. He was certain it had been designed to ensnare him, but other than that he couldn t be sure of its purpose. He managed to summon sufficient magic to enclose himself in a protective shield so that he would not be helpless when the falling ended, but other than this single act he could manage nothing.

The end came when his descent slowed and then stopped altogether. He was still cocooned away, still unaware of where he was, still a prisoner with no means available to free himself.

He waited patiently, keeping control over himself with steady and purposeful determination.

Eventually, he realized the blackness was giving way to a semblance of daylight. As his surroundings began to take shape, he saw that he was in a thick patch of woods, its trees old and shaggy and witch-bent, with limbs stretching so far skyward he could not tell where they ended. The ground around him was a mix of brush and grasses, thickly grown but not lush. Rather, everything had a haggard and badly worn air that suggested a place where life had been forced to fight hard for survival. As his senses heightened, he could smell rot and decay. He could see blackened patches on the trees and brush; he could smell and taste the parts that were slowly being eaten away by the corrosion.

He searched for movement in the twilight darkness, but found none. If anything lived here, it was either in hiding or out of view.

He was infuriated he had allowed this to happen. It had been a foolish choice to go after Clizia alone, but he had thought it was best to catch up to the rogue Druid at once. Tarsha and Tavo were both down, but while both were

Terry Brooks has thrilled readers for decades with his powers of imagination and storytelling. He is the author of more than thirty books, most of which have been New York Times bestsellers. He lives with his wife, Judine, in the Pacific Northwest.

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The Sword of Shannara is an unforgettable and wildly entertaining epic, animated by Terry Brooks s cosmically generative imagination and storytelling joy. Karen Russell, New York Times bestselling author of Swamplandia!

If Tolkien is the grandfather of modern fantasy, Terry Brooks is its favorite uncle. Peter V. Brett, New York Times bestselling author of The Core

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The Shannara books were among the first to really capture my imagination. My daydreams and therefore my stories will always owe a debt to Terry Brooks. Brandon Mull, #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Beyonders series and the Fablehaven series