Hola mis amigos lectores, he vuelto para continuar hablando de la Saga de Reyes y Hechiceros, ante todo espero se encuentren bien, como les comente disfruto mucho leer y me gusta aun mas tener la oportunidad de compartir mis opiniones con ustedes! Hoy te hablare del libro 2 El despertar del Valiente escrito por Morgan Rice me encanta los libros de fantasía, ficción, hechiceros, dragones, mitología y todo junto pues aun mejor! en la publicacion anterior te hable de el libro 1 realmente cada linea que leo de esta saga me atrapa en cada linea, la amo en mi lectura voy por el libro 5 es genial y cada final te deja colo con ganas de mas y mas y seguir leyendo! les dejo un breve párrafo de quien es la autora, antes de hablar del libro.
Hello my reader friends, I have returned to continue talking about the Saga of Kings and Sorcerers, first of all I hope you are well, as I mentioned I really enjoy reading and I like even more having the opportunity to share my opinions with you! Today I will talk about book 2 The Awakening of the Brave written by Morgan Rice I love fantasy books, fiction, sorcerers, dragons, mythology and everything together well even better! in the previous publication I told you about book 1 really every line I read of this saga catches me in every line, I love her in my reading I go through book 5 is great and each ending leaves you colored wanting more and more and keep reading! I leave a brief paragraph about who the author is, before talking about the book.
Morgan Rice began her career in fantasy literature through Amazon's platform for auoted books with her series The Sorcerer's Ring. She is an American writer and author of books for young people, with a large component of horror and romance. For more information about the author, www.morganricebooks.com, where you will find how to connect with Morgan on Facebook, Twitter or Goodreads. She loves talking to her readers!
Fecha de publicación original: 15 de junio de 2015, Autora: Morgan Rice, Géneros: Ficción, Alta fantasía
Original Release Date: June 15, 2015, Author: Morgan Rice, Genres: Fiction, High Fantasy
One of the things that I liked the most is that it continues the plot as is, it follows the sequence of the previous story without losing any detail, without leaving any loose ends! fills us with a story as perfectly well told as the previous book I leave you a few short paragraphs at the end of my review so that you understand my opinion, how the author involves you in each line, with an easy to read prose, very descriptive, full of imagination and adventure
You liked these lines, the author is really excellent, now if the summary of the book: After the dragon attack, Kyra is sent on an urgent mission: cross Escalon and look for her uncle in the mysterious Tower of Ur. The time has come for her to know who she is, who her mother is, and to begin her training by developing her special powers. It will be a mission full of tension for a single girl, with a Step full of dangers from wild beasts and men alike; one that will require all your strength to survive.
Duncan, Kyra's father must lead his men south to the great city of Esephus to try to free his lands from the evil Pandesians and King RA. Hoping to succeed, he travels the treacherous Lake of Wrath, where he meets creatures that seem from another world and faces more dangers than he even imagined, then he will face the snowy peaks of Kos where the toughest warriors of the world live. Escalon, men you will need to recruit if you want a chance to conquer the capital.
At another point in the story Alec escapes with Marco de Las Flamas to find himself running through the Forest of Thorns full of fear and so dark that they see almost nothing, chased by larger exotic beasts that they understand why the Pandesians didn't go after them. It is a harrowing journey through the night as he continues on his mission to reach his town hoping to be reunited with his family. When he arrives, he is shocked to discover a horrible tragedy that has happened.
Merk, repentant for the first time with listening to his conscience, despite his good judgment, returns to help the girl and finds himself involved in other people's affairs for the first time in his life. But he will not forget his pilgrimage to the Tower of Ur by saving the girl, he continues on his way, when he arrives it is not what he thought and even so he is determined to enter the tower to protect the fire sword.
Vesuvius pushes his giant as he leads the Trolls on their mission underground, trying to pass the Flames while the dragon, Theos, has his own special mission on Escalon.
With its strong atmosphere and complex characters, THE AWAKENING OF THE BRAVE is like the first book a saga of knights and warriors, of kings and lords, of honor and valor, of magic, destiny , monsters and dragons. It is a love story between disappointment, ambition and betrayal. It is full of fantasy that will take you to another world, you will love each line, it is perfect for any age and if you like this style of books, Morgan Rice is excellent !!! it's a fascinating story.
El sonido de las botas sobre la nieve llamó su atención y Kyra volteó para ver a los hombres de su padre, una docena de ellos, caminando y observando la destrucción con sus ojos mostrando asombro. Estos experimentados hombres en batalla claramente nunca habían visto algo como esto; incluso su padre que estaba junto a Anvin, Arthfael y Vidar, parecía pasmado. Era como caminar por un sueño. Kyra notó como estos valientes guerreros pasaban su mirada del cielo hacia ella con asombro en sus ojos. Era como si ella hubiera hecho todo esto, como si ella misma fuera el dragón. Después de todo, sólo ella había sido capaz de invocarlo. Volteó la mirada sintiéndose incómoda; no podía
distinguir si la miraban como a un guerrero o como a un fenómeno.
Quizá ellos mismos no lo sabían.
Kyra recordó su oración en la Luna de Invierno, su deseo de saber si
era especial y si sus poderes eran reales. Después de hoy, después de esta
pelea, no le quedarían dudas. Había sido su voluntad que el dragón
viniera. Ella lo había sentido; aunque no sabía el cómo. Pero ahora
definitivamente sabía que era diferente. Y no podía dejar de preguntarse
si esto significaba que las otras profecías también serían verdad. ¿Estaba
entonces destinada a ser una gran guerrera? ¿Una gran comandante?
¿Más grande incluso que su padre? ¿Realmente guiaría a las naciones en
batalla? ¿Realmente estaba el destino de Escalon en sus hombros?
Kyra no podía ver como esto sería posible. Tal vez Theos había venido
por sus propias razones; tal vez el daño que había hecho no tenía nada
que ver con ella. Después de todo, los Pandesianos lo habían herido,
¿cierto?
Kyra ya no se sentía segura de nada. Todo lo que sabía era que, en este
momento, con la fuerza del dragón corriendo por sus venas, caminando
por el campo de batalla, viendo a sus enemigos muertos, todas las cosas
eran posibles. Sabía que ya no era una chica de quince años deseando ver
aprobación en los ojos de los hombres; ya no era más un juguete del Señor
Gobernador—o de cualquier otro hombre—que debería cumplir deseos;
ya no era más propiedad de otro hombre para ser dada en matrimonio,
maltratada y torturada. Ahora era su propia persona. Una guerrera entre
los hombres; alguien a quien temer.
El pedazo de hielo entonces empezó a caer por el acantilado hacia sus
hombres y Duncan miró sobre su hombro observando con horror cómo
sus hombres saltaban a izquierda y derecha saliéndose del camino. Más
de uno resbaló hacia su muerte y vio cómo uno de los hombres era
atravesado por este mientras su grito llenaba el aire al ser aplastado.
Duncan se quedó en el suelo, temblando y mirando a Seavig quien le
regresaba la mirada. Era una mirada de pavor.
Duncan miró hacia arriba hacia el acantilado y observó cientos más de
estacas de hielo, todas unidas levemente por el borde y con sus puntas
apuntando directamente hacia ellos. Finalmente empezaba a entender lo
peligroso que iba ser este ascenso.
“No tiene sentido el esperar aquí,” dijo Seavig. “O subimos ahora o
esperamos a que más de esas cosas vengan a buscarnos.”
Duncan supo que tenía razón y se puso de pie. Se volteó y caminó un
poco montaña abajo revisando a los heridos y a los muertos. Se arrodilló
junto a un soldado, un chico apenas más grande que su hijo, y le cerró los
párpados con dolor en su corazón.
“Cúbranlo,” ordenó Duncan a sus hombres.
Se acercaron siguiendo su orden y Duncan continuó revisando a los
heridos, arrodillándose junto a un soldado joven cuyas costillas habían
sido atravesadas por la estaca. Lo tomó del hombro.
“Lo siento, señor,” dijo el muchacho. “No podré subir la montaña; no
así.” Jadeó. “Déjenme aquí. Continúen sin mí.”
Duncan negó con la cabeza.
“Yo no actúo así,” respondió sabiendo que, si lo dejaba, el chico
moriría aquí. Tomó una decisión rápida. “Te cargaré yo mismo.”
Los ojos del chico se abrieron en sorpresa.
“No podrás avanzar.”
“Pues ya lo veremos,” respondió Duncan.
Duncan se agachó y se acomodó al soldado sobre su hombro y caminó
atravesando la fila de soldados mientras todos lo miraban con admiración
y respeto.
Seavig lo miró mientras llegaba al frente como preguntándose qué
intentaba hacer.
“Como dijiste,” le dijo Duncan, “no tenemos tiempo que perder.”
Duncan continuó avanzando directo a la capa de roca mientras el
soldado gemía en sus hombros. Al llegar al hielo, les hizo una señal a sus
hombres para que se acercaran.
“Átalo a mi espalda,” dijo Duncan. “Aprieta bien las cuerdas. Es una
larga subida y no planeo que ninguno de nosotros muera.”
Duncan sabía que esto haría de la difícil subida una aún más difícil,
pero sabía que encontraría la manera. Había pasado por cosas peores en
su vida, y preferiría morir él mismo que dejar a uno de sus hombres atrás.
Duncan se puso los zapatos para la nieve sintiendo los picos bajo sus
pies, tomó los picahielos, tomó fuerza y golpeó la pared de hielo. El pico
entró suavemente y logró empujarse hasta que pateó con los picos en sus
pies que también se introdujeron con facilidad. Dio un paso más y volvió
a introducir el picahielos, subiendo un paso a la vez, sorprendiéndose del
esfuerzo que le tomaba el subir y rogando que sus herramientas
resistieran. Se dio cuenta que estaba poniendo su vida en manos de la
persona que las fabricó.
*
The sound of boots on the snow caught her attention and Kyra turned
to see her father's men, a dozen of them, walking and
watching the destruction with his eyes showing astonishment. These
seasoned men in battle had never seen anything before
like this; even his father who was with Anvin, Arthfael and Vidar,
he looked stunned. It was like walking through a dream.
Kyra noticed how these brave warriors passed their gaze from the sky
towards her with awe in his eyes. It was like she had done everything
this, as if she herself were the dragon. After all, only she had
been able to invoke it. She turned her gaze feeling uncomfortable; could not
distinguish if they looked at her as a warrior or as a freak.
Perhaps they themselves did not know.
Kyra remembered her prayer on the Winter Moon, her desire to know if
it was special and if his powers were real. After today, after this
fight, there would be no doubts. It had been his will that the dragon
come. She had felt it; although he did not know how. But now
I definitely knew it was different. And he couldn't help wondering
if this meant that the other prophecies were also true. Was
then destined to be a great warrior? A great commander?
Bigger even than his father? Would you really lead the nations in
battle? Was Escalon's fate really on his shoulders?
Kyra couldn't see how this would be possible. Maybe Theos had come
for their own reasons; maybe the damage he had done had nothing
to do with her. After all, the Pandesians let him hurt,
Certain?
Kyra no longer felt sure of anything. All I knew was that, in this
moment, with the strength of the dragon running through his veins, walking
across the battlefield, seeing his enemies dead, all things
they were possible. I knew I was no longer a fifteen-year-old girl wanting to see
approval in the eyes of men; it was no longer a toy of the Lord
Governor - or any other man - who should fulfill wishes;
It was no longer the property of another man to be given in marriage,
mistreated and tortured. Now he was his own person. A warrior among
the men; someone to fear.
The chunk of ice then began to fall down the cliff towards their
men and Duncan looked over his shoulder, watching in horror as
his men leaped left and right out of the way. More
of one slipped to his death and saw how one of the men was
pierced by it as his scream filled the air as he was crushed.
Duncan stayed on the ground, shaking and looking at Seavig who told him.
looked back. It was a look of dread.
Duncan looked up towards the cliff and observed hundreds more of
ice stakes, all loosely joined at the edge and with their tips
pointing directly at them. I was finally beginning to understand
dangerous this promotion was going to be.
"There is no point waiting here," Seavig said. "Either we go up now or
we wait for more of those things to come looking for us. "
Duncan knew he was right and stood up. He turned and walked a
little down the mountain checking on the wounded and the dead. He knelt
next to a soldier, a boy barely bigger than his son, and closed his
eyelids with pain in his heart.
"Cover him," Duncan ordered his men.
They approached following his order and Duncan continued to check the
wounded, kneeling beside a young soldier whose ribs had
been pierced by the stake. He took him by the shoulder.
"I'm sorry, sir," the boy said. “I will not be able to climb the mountain; not
So." Panting. "Leave me here. Carry on without me. "
Duncan shook his head.
"I don't act like that," he replied, knowing that if he left him, the boy
I would die here He made a quick decision. "I'll carry you myself."
The boy's eyes widened in surprise.
"You will not be able to advance."
"Well, we'll see," Duncan replied.
Duncan crouched down and propped the soldier on his shoulder and walked
going through the line of soldiers as everyone looked at him in admiration
and respect.
Seavig looked at him as he came to the front as if wondering what
I was trying to do.
"Like you said," Duncan told him, "we have no time to waste."
Duncan continued to advance straight into the rock layer as the
soldier moaned on his shoulders. Upon reaching the ice, he signaled to his
men to come closer.
"Tie him to my back," Duncan said. “Tighten the strings well. Is a
long climb and I don't plan on any of us dying. "
Duncan knew this would make the difficult climb even more difficult,
But I knew I'd find a way I had been through worse in
his life, and he would rather die himself than leave one of his men behind.
Duncan slipped on his snow shoes, feeling the spikes under his
feet, took the ice picks, took strength and hit the ice wall. Peak
entered softly and managed to push himself until he kicked with the spikes in his
feet that were also easily inserted. He took one more step and came back
to introduce the ice pick, going up one step at a time, being surprised by the
effort it took him to climb and praying that his tools
resist. He realized that he was putting his life in the hands of the
person who made them.