It was only after Brin was born, and later Jair, that it became apparent what had been done.
Use of the Elven magic had changed him he had known it even then, though not known how. A little more than twenty years earlier he had used the Elfstones given him by the Druid Allanon in his efforts to protect the Elven Chosen Amberle Elessedil in her quest for the Bloodfire. Her father had never fully trusted the Elven magic. She gave the old maple a final pat and turned toward the house. "Brin come help me with the rest of the packing, please." It was her mother calling. That had been the last time either she or Jair had used the magic when their parents were about. Her father had been furious it had taken almost three years for the tree to come back again after the shock to its system. It had been midsummer and she had used the wishsong to turn the tree's summer green to autumn crimson in her child's mind, it seemed perfectly all right to do so, since red was a far prettier color than green. She had still been a child, experimenting with the Elven magic. She remembered the time she had used the wishsong on the old tree. Brin still wasn't sure who had come out on the short end of that reprimand. In comparing his children one time-a time occasioned by one of Jair's more reprehensible misadventures-Wil Ohmsford had remarked rather ruefully that the difference between the two was that Jair was apt to do anything, while Brin was also apt to do it, but only after thinking it through first. Brin had her father's temperament, cool, self-assured, and disciplined. All that Brin lacked was her mother's fire.
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Twenty years ago, Eretria had looked exactly as her daughter looked now, from dusky skin and black eyes to soft, delicate features. Long, black hair fell away from her face and there was no mistaking whose child she was. Her fingers touched the roughened trunk of the maple softly, caressing, and she stared upward into the tangle of limbs overhead. Jair would argue the point of course, but that was only because Jair found it hard enough as it was to accept his role as the youngest. She was a tall girl-taller than her parents or her brother Jair, nearly as tall as Rone Leah-and although there was a delicate look to her slim body, she was as fit as any of them. Impulsively, she stepped off the walkway and moved over to the aged tree. That old tree was the source of many childhood memories for her. It was a massive thing, its trunk broad and gnarled. Brin Ohmsford paused by the flowerbeds that bordered the front walkway of her home, losing herself momentarily in the crimson foliage of the old maple that shaded the yard beyond. In the forests of Shady Vale, the leaves had already begun to turn. Though summer's warmth lingered, the days had begun to shorten, the humid air to dry, and the memory of life's immediacy to reawaken. Gone were the long, still days of midyear where sweltering heat slowed the pace of life and there was a sense of having time enough for anything. We are looking for collections of books, toys, coin-op, original artwork, mantiques, antiques and anything cool to sell.The Wishsong of Shannara by Terry Brooks Copyright 1985 1 A change of seasons was upon the Four Lands as late summer faded slowly into autumn. Do you have a collection that is ready to be reintroduced to the public? Contact us if you're ready to sell.
There are even more signed Science Fiction books to come. I hope you're in awe as we were at one mans passion for Science Fiction. A lot of the books you'll notice are personalized to Montie and I feel he came to know a lot of the great Science Fiction writers of our time.
It's obvious that his passion for Science Fiction was deeply rooted in his youth as he grew up witness to the space race in America and the modern movement. Each book was individually stored in a Ziploc bag. Through the Eighties and up until recently he had his books signed at various Comic Cons and book signing events. Montie collected everything from Science Fiction books to Pre-Columbian artifacts to art glass. Huge collection of mostly signed first edition books from Montie who was a former Oceanside US Postal worker and avid collector.
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