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Elven Star: The Death Gate Cycle, Volume 2 [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Fiction)
  • Author:  Weis, Margaret, Hickman, Tracy
  • Author:  Weis, Margaret, Hickman, Tracy
  • ISBN-10:  0553290983
  • ISBN-10:  0553290983
  • ISBN-13:  9780553290981
  • ISBN-13:  9780553290981
  • Publisher:  Spectra
  • Publisher:  Spectra
  • Pages:  416
  • Pages:  416
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-May-1991
  • Pub Date:  01-May-1991
  • SKU:  0553290983-11-SPLV
  • SKU:  0553290983-11-SPLV
  • Item ID: 100066031
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On steamy Pryan, never-ending sunlight and plentiful rain have created a jungle so vast that humans and elves dwell high in the trees and only dwarves live anywhere near the ground. From the treetops the aristocratic elves sell weapons to the other races, whose incessant warfare sends a steady steam of profits and essential resources skyward. Now, generations of dissent and race hatred will not heal -- not even under the threat of annihilation at the hands of legendary Titans. Armed with little more than their wits and prophecy, an elf, a human, and a dwarf must unite to try to save the world from destruction.Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman published their first novel in the Dragonlance Chronicles series, Dragons of Autumn Twilight, in 1984. More than thirty-five years later, they have collaborated on more than thirty novels together in many different fantasy worlds. Hickman is currently working with his son, Curtis Hickman, for The VOID, creating stories and designs for whole-body, fully immersive VR experience. Weis teaches the competitive dog racing sport flyball. She and Hickman are working on future novels in this series.CALANDRA QUINDINIAR SAT AT THE HUGE POLISHED SCROLL DESK ADDING up the last month’s earnings. Her white fingers darted rapidly over the abacus, sliding the beads up and down, muttering the figures aloud to herself as she wrote them in the old leather-bound ledger. Her handwriting was much like herself: thin, upright, precise, and easy to read.
 
Above her head whirled four plumes made of swans’ feathers, keeping the air moving. Despite the suffocating midcycle heat outside, the interior of the house was cool. It stood on the highest elevation in the city and so obtained the breeze that otherwise was often lost in the jungle vegetation.
 
The house was the largest in the city, next to the royal palace. (Lenthan Ql#*
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