The Book of Three (The Chronicles of Prydain Book 1)
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The Newbery-winning fantasy series now available in gorgeous new paperback editions!
Since The Book of Three was first published in 1964, young readers have been enthralled by the adventures of Taran the Assistant Pig-Keeper and his quest to become a hero. Taran is joined by an engaging cast of characters that includes Eilonwy, the strong-willed and sharp-tongued princess; Fflewddur Fflam, the hyperbole-prone bard; the ever-faithful Gurgi; and the curmudgeonly Doli―all of whom have become involved in an epic struggle between good and evil that shapes the fate of the legendary land of Prydain. Released over a period of five years, Lloyd Alexander's beautifully written tales not only captured children's imaginations but also garnered the highest critical praise.
The Black Cauldron was a Newbery Honor Book, and the final volume in the chronicles, The High King, crowned the series by winning the Newbery Medal for "the most distinguished contribution to American literature for children."
Henry Holt is proud to present this classic series in a new, redesigned paperback format. The jackets feature stunning art by acclaimed fantasy artist David Wyatt, giving the books a fresh look for today's generation of young fantasy lovers. The companion book of short stories, The Foundling is also available in paperback at this time.
In their more than thirty years in print, the Chronicles of Prydain have become the standard of excellence in fantasy literature for children. This title has Common Core connections.
reasons I remain in the valley. Here, Arawn cannot harm them. Even so, were he to become ruler of this land, I doubt I could help them all. Those who fell into his clutches would be counted fortunate if they perished quickly.” Taran nodded. “I understand more and more why I must warn the Sons of Don. As for Gurgi, I wonder if it wouldn’t be safer for him to stay here.” “Safer?” asked Medwyn. “Yes, certainly. But you would hurt him grievously were you to turn him away now. Gurgi’s misfortune is
have been glad to rest, but the dwarf warned against it. The companions pressed on in weary silence. They had escaped the attack Fflewddur expected, but a column of horsemen bearing torches passed within bowshot of them. The companions crouched in the fringe of trees until the streaks of flame wound behind a hill and vanished. In a short time, Doli led the little band into the valley, where they found concealment in the wooded groves. But the dawn revealed a sight that filled Taran with despair.
making extravagant grimaces as she did so, “if—you—don’t—want—me—to—talk?” She shrugged. “Well, in any case,” she resumed, at her usual breathless rate, “as soon as the armies saw the Horned King was dead, they practically fell apart, too. Not the same way, naturally. With them, it was more sort of running away, like a herd of rabbits—no, that isn’t right, is it? But it was pitiful to see grown men so frightened. Of course, by that time the Sons of Don had their chance to attack. You should have
at Taran. “I told you to swim clear. Are all Assistant Pig-Keepers deaf as well as stubborn?” “I don’t know how to swim!” Taran cried, his teeth chattering violently. “Then why did you not say so before we started across?” Gwydion asked angrily. “I was sure I could learn,” Taran protested, “as soon as I came to do it. If Melyngar hadn’t sat on me …” “You must learn to answer for your own folly,” said Gwydion. “As for Melyngar, she is wiser now than you can ever hope to become, even should you
then?” Taran asked fearfully. “Is there no way to find her?” “The surest search is not always the shortest,” said Gwydion, “and we may need the help of other hands before it is done. There is an ancient dweller in the foothills of Eagle Mountains. His name is Medwyn, and it is said he understands the hearts and ways of every creature in Prydain. He, if anyone, should know where Hen Wen may be hiding.” “If we could find him,” Taran began. “You are right in saying ‘if,’” Gwydion answered. “I