The Waking Dragon (Obernewtyn Chronicles, Book 8)
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The post-apocalyptic fantasy series reaches its heartbreaking, world-shaking conclusion!
Award-winning Australian author Isobelle Carmody concludes the epic story of Elspeth Gordie, a heroine in the vein of Tamora Pierce's most memorable and empowering protagonists. The final chapter in the eight-book Obernewtyn Chronicles, The Waking Dragon is a YA fantasy novel decades in the making.
After years spent struggling to balance her desires with her responsibilities, Elspeth Gordie has fully embraced her role as the Seeker. Battle-scarred and lovelorn, haunted by memories of her beloved Rushton, Elspeth is not prepared for what she finds at the end of the black road she travels: the Compound, a lost community with a startling secret. As Elspeth strives against her captors, she learns that Rushton and her friends have fallen into the hands of the deadly slavemasters that rule the Red Land. And worst of all, as Elspeth stumbles, the Destroyer creeps ever closer to his goal: awakening the cataclysmically destructive weaponmachines that Elspeth has been charged with stopping. Has all her sacrifice been in vain?
Full of romance, action, and suspense, The Waking Dragon is a worthy finale to such a breathtakingly elaborate series.
Saithwold and grandfather to Wenda Obernewtyn, Jacob: wealthy Beforetime friend and benefactor of Hannah Seraphim Okan: defective with healing Talent washed ashore on the Land Olinden: teknoguilder Oma: Norselander, first shipmate to Helva, shipmaster Per Vallon: Norseland village leader and kinehelt or king’s hand Powyrs: captain of the Cutter Radost: head Councilman of Sutrium, father of Analivia, Moss, and Bergold Rasial: white dog with coercive abilities Reul: teknoguilder Reuvan:
proceed, so long as I was willing. The pack leader said he had seen darkness beyond the city, but there might be many reasons for that, the simplest being that his vision had not extended beyond our arrival in the Beforetime city. At the least, it could be taken as a warning to be careful when we approached the city and its unknown denizens. “You have not yet said what went on between the wolves,” Dameon reminded me gently. “Yes, I thought the older female was going to tear your throat out,”
asked, absently setting aside the toast and forking another slice. “All I know is that Dragon has something I need for my quest, and against all the odds, she is coming to me, though she is the beaten and battered captive of an unknown man,” I said. “Knowing this, it is hard for me to doubt that somehow I will go to the Red Land with her.” Swallow glanced back toward the pass. “Maybe you should check on Analivia.” I nodded, and mustered my strength to send out a probe shaped to the lowland
but now we came upon a strange bush growing over a mound of enormous broken boulders. Its pallid fleshy leaves hung down like great long gray fingers, and Analivia, gesturing to them, asked if they were not proof that we had reached clean ground. When Darga insisted that the ground was still tainted, Analivia pointed out that the taint must be very slight if plants could grow. “We should at least stop here for an hour to light a fire to cook a meal,” she said. “I need to tend to the girl’s
wrath of Lud but the Land.” “But the D’rekta did not go to Sador,” Swallow said, looking puzzled. “She was taken by Gadfian slavers.” I nodded and drew a deep breath before continuing. “She was. And they took her to the same settlement as the women stolen from Sador by her Gadfian captors. When the Sadorian greatships rescued their women years later, they brought Cassandra with them back to Sador. Indeed, she was revered by the other survivors, for by all accounts she had helped them and cared