Dread Mountain (Deltora Quest, Book 5)
The Shadow Lord dominates the Land of Deltora. Only Lief, Barda, and Jasmine can save it from his evil powers. To do this, they must restore all seven gems to the magic Belt of Deltora.
Four gems have been found. Now grave news has reached Lief from his home. He longs to return--but the quest must continue. To find the fifth stone, the heroes must venture to the edge of the Shadowlands and enter the dark and terrifying realm of the monster Gellik. Can Lief, Barda, and Jasmine survive Dread Mountain?
at each other. The creature moved like lightning. The remaining blisters, which were in Jasmine’s keeping, were useless while Barda stood between her and the enemy. The only hope was for her to creep to one side without being seen. Without warning, the Vraal lashed out. Barda’s sword flew up in defense and the creature’s claws rang against the shining steel. Barda twisted and lunged, and this time the Vraal defended, hitting the flat of the sword with such a mighty thump that Barda staggered.
crawling towards them, heaving its great bulk along on its vast, clawed feet. Nearer. Nearer … “It will please me to feel you beneath my weight, and hear your screams, worms,” it hissed. “It will please me to see what is left of your bodies dragged away at last, to feed the flies.” Lief lay very still. His sword was in his hand. He realized, almost with surprise, that he felt very calm. He had already decided that he would wait until the last moment, then spring up and try to pierce the beast’s
knew, or guessed, the truth, for the Dread Gnomes were an old race, with long, long memories. Lief felt Prin’s gentle touch on his shoulder. “Where are you going now, Lief?” he heard her ask. Lief looked across the bridge to where the stream continued through rustling trees, and on to where the first rays of the sun glinted on broader water: the distant river that would take them to the wide sea and the forbidden place that was their next goal. “I must not tell you, Prin,” he said softly. “But
fervently that the soldiers would not question him, and to his relief, so far they had not. Rye was still at school, and no doubt the soldiers thought he was too young to know anything of importance. As the clouded sky dimmed above them, and the Wall darkened around their city, the people of Weld closed their shutters and barred their doors. Those who still followed the old magic ways sprinkled salt on their doorsteps and window ledges and chanted the protective spells of their ancestors. Those
their pace, and it was not long before Kree took flight again and led them off the road. Dodging bushes and rocks, they followed him until at last they entered a grove of pale, odd-looking trees. And there, sure enough, right in the center, was a small round pool surrounded by white stones. Eagerly they ran towards it. Then they saw that fixed to one of the stones was a dull brass plate with words engraved upon it — words they could just make out in the dimming light: The companions