The Seventh Gate: A Death Gate Novel, Volume 7 (Google eBook)
The Seventh Gate is the thrilling conclusion to the New York Times bestselling Death Gate Cycle by Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman. In this tale of treachery, power, and heroism, Alfred, Haplo, and Marit embark on a journey of death and discovery as they seek to enter the dreaded Seventh Gate. Encountering enemies both old and new, they unleash a magic no power can control, damning themselves to an apocalypse of unimagined proportion in a final struggle between good and evil.
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Nice ending to an excellent series. - Goodreads
The ending wasn't great. - Goodreads
And the plot is perfect and perfectly executed. - Goodreads
Best series so far from this writing duo. - Goodreads
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Fun ending to the series, though very predictable. - Goodreads
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Page 8 - She continued across. But a thin layer of water was now seeping over the ice, making it even more slippery. Her feet slid out from underneath her. She grabbed at Hugh, but he, too, had lost his footing. They both fell. Landing on her hands and knees, she stared into the horribly grinning mouth and bulging eyes of a dead wolfen. The black ice split right between her hands. The wolfen popped out, lunged straight at her. Involuntarily, Marit shrank backward. Hugh the Hand caught hold of her. "The ice...
Page 9 - Desperately she held on to his vest, pulled it up nearly over his head. Digging her knees into the mud, she dragged the man's heavy body backward. Hugh was strong; he gave her what help he could. He kicked with his feet, sought purchase with his flailing legs, and, finally, managed to squirm his way onto the bank. He lay still, gasping and shivering with cold and terror. Hearing a rumbling sound, Marit looked upriver. A wall of black water tinged with red foam, pushing huge chunks of ice in its path,...
Page 9 - The current was strong. His tenuous hold on the tree was slipping. Marit flung herself bodily on Hugh just as he lost his grasp. Her numb fingers clutching at the back of his leather vest, she fought to pull him from the river. She was on her knees; the water was rising. If she failed, they would both go under. Desperately she held on to his vest, pulled it up nearly over his head.
Page 10 - ... of those who had attacked the city with such fury yesterday must still be lurking outside the city walls, waiting for a chance to pick off a scouting party. But the runes did not glimmer, except perhaps very, very faintly. If any of the enemy were about, they were far away and not interested.
Page 7 - It's only a corpse," he said. Marit, looking more closely, saw he was right. The arm was flaccid, sucked down by the current almost immediately. "The spell's ending," she said, irritated at herself.
Page 4 - The green and golden dragon was the Serpent Mage, who was also the bumbling Sartan with the mensch name, Alfred. Certainly Vasu was afraid for them, but he was also hopeful for them. That same illogical, irrational hope. Vasu was not a man of action. He was a man of thought, of imagination. He had only to look at his soft and...
Page 3 - It was brightened by hope, darkened by fear. It was a dawn which saw the city of Abri, in the very center of the Labyrinth, still standing, victorious, after a terrible battle with its most implacable enemies.