Legends, Volume 3: Short Novels by the Masters of Modern Fantasy (Legends, Volume 3)
The great anthology of short novels by the masters of modern fantasy.
Robert Jordan relates crucial events in the years leading up to The Wheel of Time in "New Spring."
Ursula K. Le Guin adds a sequel to her famous books of Earthsea, portraying a woman who wants to learn magic, in "Dragonfly."
Tad Williams tells a dark and enthralling story of a haunted castle in the age before Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn, in "The Burning Man."
Terry Pratchett relates an amusing incident in Discworld, of a magical contest and the witch Granny Weatherwax, in "The Sea and Little Fishes."
• Introduction by Robert Silverberg
• The Wheel of Time: New Spring by Robert Jordan
• Earthsea: Dragonfly by Ursula K. Le Guin
• Memory, Sorrow and Thorn: The Burning Man by Tad Williams
• Discworld: The Sea and Little Fishes by Terry Pratchett
be it!” Her eagerness turned to horror. “Light! They’re killing any man or boy who might be able to channel! Oh, burn me, thousands could die, Moiraine. Tens of thousands.” It did make a terrible sense. Men who could channel seldom knew what they were doing, at least in the beginning. At first, they often just seemed to be lucky. Events favored them, and frequently, like the blacksmith, they rose to prominence with unexpected suddenness. Siuan was right. The Black Ajah had begun a slaughter.
mother, whom nobody knew or honored or was true to, except herself. When she was thirteen the old vineyarder and the housekeeper, who were all that was left of the household, told the Master that it was time his daughter had her naming day. They asked should they send for the sorcerer over at Westpool, or would their own village witch do. The Master of Iria fell into a screaming rage. “A village witch? A hex-hag to give Irian’s daughter her true name? Or a creeping traitorous sorcerous servant
The woman’s gaze returned to his face. “What is it—what is it like—on Roke?” Ivory went, limping only very slightly, to an old mounting-block nearby and sat down on it. He stretched his leg, nursing the torn place, and looked up at the woman. “It would take a long time to tell you what Roke is like,” he said. “But it would be my pleasure.” * * * “The man’s a wizard, or nearly,” said Rose the witch, “a Roke wizard! You must not ask him questions!” She was more than scandalized, she was
he denies life.” “And who shall stand against him?” said the Patterner. “I can only hide in my woods.” “And I in my tower,” said the Namer. “And you, Herbal, and the Doorkeeper, are in the trap, in the Great House. The walls we built to keep all evil out. Or in, as the case may be.” “We are four against him,” said the Patterner. “They are five against us,” said the Herbal. “Has it come to this,” the Namer said, “that we stand at the edge of the forest Segoy planted and talk of how to destroy
him on the way to the doors, his face going red. “Not too dear,” he said hastily. “You have a pallet in the attic, and I … ah … I’m in Racelle’s rooms. I’d like to make a round, but I think Racelle.… I don’t think she means to let me.… I.… Young whelp!” he growled. “There’s a lass named Lira in there who’s letting it be known you won’t be using that pallet tonight, or getting much sleep, so don’t think you can—!” He cut off as they walked into the sunlight, bright after the dimness inside. The