By J. R. R. Tolkien
Le Silmarillion (titre unique : The Silmarillion) est une œuvre de J. R. R. Tolkien, publiée à titre posthume en 1977 par son fils Christopher avec l'aide de man Gavriel Kay. Il retrace l. a. genèse et les premiers Âges de l'univers de l. a. Terre du Milieu, cadre des romans Le Hobbit et Le Seigneur des anneaux.
Après une advent cosmogonique (« Ainulindalë »), et une présentation des Valar, les puissances qui gouvernent le monde (« Valaquenta »), le cœur de l'ouvrage est constitué par los angeles Quenta Silmarillion, un lengthy récit des tribulations et exploits des Elfes jusqu'à l. a. chute de Morgoth, le most popular Seigneur des ténèbres. Le titre de cette part, et du livre tout entier, provient des Silmarils, trois joyaux aux pouvoirs fabuleux qui sont le catalyseur de l'histoire. Le reste du livre s'attache à los angeles gloire et l. a. chute des Hommes de Númenor au moment Âge (« Akallabêth »), et à l'histoire de los angeles Terre du Milieu jusqu'à l. a. guerre de l'Anneau et après (« Les Anneaux de Pouvoir et le Troisième Âge »).
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“Nothing is unfastened, Go’el,” Jaina Proudmoore acknowledged. “Your wisdom and abilities have been received at a price. The . . . orc you left at the back of on your position had performed a lot damage on your absence. If i've got heard approximately what's going in Orgrimmar and Ashenvale, absolutely you want to have! ”
Go’el’s mien, which have been deeply peaceable, now appeared stricken. “I have heard, after all. ”
“And . . . you do not anything? ”
“I have one other path,” he acknowledged. “You have obvious the result of that direction. A chance that—”
“Go’el, I pay attention this, yet now that job is over. Garrosh is stirring up difficulty among the Alliance and the Horde—trouble that didn’t exist until eventually he began it. i will comprehend in the event you don’t desire to undermine him publicly, but—perhaps you and that i can interact. shape a summit of types. Ask Baine to affix us; i do know he has no love for what Garrosh is striving for. i may communicate with Varian. today, he seems extra on hand. each person respects you, even within the Alliance, Go’el. you've gotten earned that recognize due to your activities. Garrosh has earned not anything yet distrust and hatred due to his. ”
She indicated her cloak, which had blown approximately with the wind he had despatched to undergo her to shore. “You can keep watch over the winds as a shaman. however the winds of struggle are blowing, and if we don't cease Garrosh now, many innocents pays the cost for our hesitation. ”
The ashes of the Cataclysm have settled throughout Azeroth’s disparate kingdoms. because the damaged global recovers from the catastrophe, the popular sorceress woman Jaina Proudmoore keeps her lengthy fight to fix kinfolk among the Horde and the Alliance. but of past due, escalating tensions have driven the 2 factions towards open conflict, threatening to damage what little balance is still within the . . .
Dark information arrives in Jaina’s liked urban, Theramore. one of many blue dragonflight’s strongest artifacts—the Focusing Iris—has been stolen. to solve the item’s mysterious whereabouts, Jaina works with the previous blue Dragon point Kalecgos. the 2 significant heroes forge an not likely bond in the course of their research, yet one other disastrous flip of occasions looms at the horizon. . . .
Garrosh Hellscream is mustering the Horde’s armies for an all-out invasion of Theramore. regardless of mounting dissent inside his faction, the brazen warchief goals to herald a brand new period of Horde domination. His thirst for conquest leads him to take brutal measures opposed to a person who dares query his management.
Alliance forces converge on Theramore to repel the Horde onslaught, however the courageous defenders are unprepared for the real scope of Garrosh’s crafty and misleading method. His assault will irrevocably remodel Jaina, engulfing the ardent peacekeeper within the chaotic and all-consuming . . . TIDES OF warfare
Translated via Andreas Helweg
The center of Nakothi has been misplaced, the specialists have been effective, and the Empire continues to be freed from Elder regulate. For now.
Shera has turn into a Soulbound, yet along with her new powers comes a terrifying burden. Her Soulbound Vessel has started to poison her brain, slowly remodeling her right into a colossal, bloodthirsty killer. in the meantime, Calder Marten and his Imperialist Guilds have began to paintings opposed to the specialists. .. even to the purpose of elevating their very own band of homegrown assassins. Assassins with particular ties to Shera's past.
On the seas, a guy will do whatever to grab regulate of a throne.
In the shadows, a girl fights for her personal soul.
The otters of eco-friendly Isle have lengthy been enslaved to the Wildcat Riggu Felis. They paintings and stay up for the day their savior will arrive? the prophesized excessive Rhulain, who will lead them in conflict and a go back to glory. in the meantime, younger Tiria Wildlough, an ottermaid at Redwall Abbey, pines for her likelihood to benefit the methods of the warrior, a lot opposed to the desires of her father.
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