The Seventh Gate: A Death Gate Novel

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Random House Publishing Group, Dec 18, 2007 - Fiction - 368 pages
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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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A spectacular journey that takes heroes Haplo and Marit through each of the sundered realms and beyond the sinister Seventh Gate culminates with a battle against the forces of evil in this conclusion ... Read full review

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I was specting a quite large book.
Not really conclusing.

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Contents

Section 1
1
Section 2
12
Section 3
25
Section 4
36
Section 5
42
Section 6
54
Section 7
70
Section 8
83
Section 22
201
Section 23
210
Section 24
217
Section 25
228
Section 26
235
Section 27
240
Section 28
245
Section 29
255

Section 9
86
Section 10
92
Section 11
100
Section 12
104
Section 13
115
Section 14
124
Section 15
132
Section 16
141
Section 17
148
Section 18
158
Section 19
170
Section 20
179
Section 21
190
Section 30
263
Section 31
268
Section 32
272
Section 33
279
Section 34
286
Section 35
299
Section 36
302
Section 37
304
Section 38
313
Section 39
318
Section 40
336
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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.
Page 3 - ABRI THE LABYRINTH VASU STOOD ON THE WALL ABOVE THE GATES OF THE CITY OF Abri, stood silent and thoughtful as the gates boomed shut beneath his feet.

About the author (2007)

Margaret Weis is the co-creator of the Dragonlance world. She has authored or co-authored several New York Times best sellers set in the Dragonlance world. Weis lives in Wisconsin.

Tracy Hickman has been writing and exploring fantasy and science fiction since the 1970s. Tracy eventually became a New York Times bestselling author (with Margaret Weis) of numerous series such as Dragonlance, the Death Gate Cycle, Darksword, and Rose of the Prophet and other series. Together with his wife Laura, Tracy has created Dragonlance and Ravenloft games and, more recently, their own fantasy series, The Bronze Canticles. Song of the Dragon and Citadels of the Lost are the first two novels in The Annals of Drakis. Tracy and Laura live in the Salt Lake Valley of Utah and have four grown children.

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