Eldest (Spanish Edition) - Softcover

Christopher Paolini

Softcover

ISBN 10: 8496544079 ISBN 13: 9788496544079

Publisher: Roca, 2006

Synopsis

Eragon y su dragona, Saphira, acaban de impedir que las poderosas fuerzas del rey Galbatorix, cruel regente del Imperio, destruyan para siempre al ejercito rebelde de los vardenos en Farthen Dur, la ciudad de la montana de los enanos. Pocos dias despues de la sangrienta batalla contra los urgalos, Eragon y Aspira tienen que viajar a Ellemera, el pais de los elfos para continuar con su formacion en la magia y en la lucha con la espada, las dos habilidades esenciales de los Jinetes del Dragon, para poder enfrentarse al malvado Rey. Los acompanara Arya, la elfa, y Orik, el enano, en un viaje plagado de descubrimientos y aventuras, con parajes fabulosos y nuevas amistades. Pero el caos y la traicion los acecharan sin descanso, y Eragon no sabra en quien confiar. Entre tanto, los sones inconfundibles de la guerra tienen en vilo el reino de Alagaesia. Las espadas se afilan y las nubes de oscuridad presagian terror y muerte. A Carcahall, cerca de las montanas Vertebradas, tambien llega el miedo: dos Razac han aparecido acompanados de un destacamento para capturar a Roran, el primo de Eragon. Roran tendra que huir, pero pronto se dara cuanta de que no es posible escapar siempre. Ademas, el deseo de vengar la muerte de su padre a manos de los Razac lo llevara a tomar una decision sin posibilidad de marcha atras. Podra la sombra oscura y poderosa del rey aplastar a la resistencia? Eragon no puede huir para siempre. / The land of Alagaesia is suffering under the Empire of the wicked Galbatorix, and Eragon and his dragon Saphira, last of the Riders, are the only hope. But Eragon is young and has much to learn, and so he is sent off to the elven forest city of Ellesmera, where he and Saphira are tutored in magic, battle skills, and the ancient language by the wise former Rider Oromis and his elderly dragon Glaedr. Meanwhile, back at Carvahall, Eragon's home, his cousin Roran is the target of a siege by the hideous Ra'zac, and he must lead the villagers on a desperate escape over the mountains. The two narratives move toward a massive battle with the forces of Galbatorix, where Eragon learns a shocking secret about his parentage and commits himself to saving his people.

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Eldest

By Christopher Paolini

Roca Editorial

Copyright © 2006 Christopher Paolini
All right reserved.
ISBN: 9788496544079

Chapter One

The Council of Elders

Saphira's breathing quickened, and she opened her eyes, yawning expansively. Good morning, little one.

Is it? He looked down and leaned on his hands, compressing the mattress. It's terrible ... Murtagh and Ajihad ... Why didn't sentries in the tunnels warn us of the Urgals? They shouldn't have been able to trail Ajihad's group without being noticed. ... Arya was right, it doesn't make sense.

We may never know the truth, said Saphira gently. She stood, wings brushing the ceiling. You need to eat, then we must discover what the Varden are planning. We can't waste time; a new leader could be chosen within hours.

Eragon agreed, thinking of how they had left everyone yesterday: Orik rushing off to give King Hrothgar the tidings, Jormundur taking Ajihad's body to a place where it would rest until the funeral, and Arya, who stood alone and watched the goings-on.

Eragon rose and strapped on Zar'roc and his bow, then bent and lifted Snowfire's saddle. A line of pain sheared through his torso, driving him to the floor, where he writhed, scrabbling at his back. It felt like he was being sawed in half. Saphira growled as the ripping sensation reached her. She tried to soothe him with her own mind but was unable to alleviate his suffering. Her tail instinctually lifted, as if to fight.

It took minutes before the fit subsided and the last throb faded away, leaving Eragon gasping. Sweat drenched his face, making his hair stick and his eyes sting. He reached back and gingerly fingered the top of his scar. It was hot and inflamed and sensitive to touch. Saphira lowered her nose and touched him on the arm. Oh, little one....

It was worse this time, he said, staggering upright. She let him lean against her as he wiped away the sweat with a rag, then he tentatively stepped for the door.

Are you strong enough to go?

We have to. We're obliged as dragon and Rider to make a public choice regarding the next head of the Varden, and perhaps even influence the selection. I won't ignore the strength of our position; we now wield great authority written the Varden. At least the Twins aren't here to grab the position for themselves. That's the only good in the situation.

Very well, but Durza should suffer a thousand years of torture for what he did to you.

He grunted. Just stay close to me.

Together they made their way through Tronjheim, toward the nearest kitchen. In the corridors and hallways, people stopped and bowed to them, murmuring, "Argetlam," or "Shadeslayer." Even dwarves made the motions, though not as often. Eragon was struck by the somber, haunted expressions of the humans and the dark clothing they wore to display their sadness. Many women dressed entirely in black, lace veils covering their faces.

In the kitchen, Eragon brought a stone platter of food to a low table. Saphira watched him carefully in case he should have another attack. Several people tried to approach him, but she lifted a lip and growled sending them scurrying away. Eragon pretended to ignore the disturbances and picked at the food. Finally, trying to divert his thoughts from Murtagh, he asked, Who do you think has the means to take control of the Varden, now that Ajihad and the Twins are gone?

She hesitated. It's possible you could, if Ajihad's last words were interpreted as a blessing to secure the leadership. Almost no one would oppose you. However, that does not seem a wise path to take. I see only trouble in that direction.

I agree. Besides, Arya wouldn't approve, and she could be a dangerous enemy. Elves can't lie in the ancient language, but they have no such inhibition in ours-she could deny that Ajihad ever uttered those words if it served her purposes. No, I don't want the position. ... What about Jormundur?

Ajihad called him his right-hand man. Unfortunately, we know little about him or the Varden's other leaders. Such a short time has passed since we came here. We will have to make our judgment on our feelings and impressions, without the benefit of history.

Eragon pushed his fish around a lump of mashed tubers. Don't forget Hrothgar and the dwarf clans; they won't be quiet in this. Except for Arya, the elves have no say in the succession-a decision will be made before word of this even reaches them. But the dwarves can't be-won't be-ignored. Hrothgar favors the Varden, but if enough clans oppose him, he might be maneuvered into backing someone unsuited for the command.

And who might that be?

A person easily manipulated. He closed his eyes and leaned back. It could be anyone in Farthen Dur, anyone at all.

Continues...

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Edition details

• Publisher: Roca
• Publication date: 2006
• Language: Spanish
• ISBN 10: 8496544079
• ISBN 13: 9788496544079
• Binding: Paperback
• Number of pages: 832