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After coming across the series of books recently in some boxes, I’ve started re-reading the Belgariad by David Eddings. I am now onto book four of the series, Castle of Wizardry which starts laying the groundwork for the final confrontation in a very subtle yet exciting way.
Ctuchik was dead – and more than dead – and the earth itself heaved and groaned in the aftershock of his destruction. Garion and the others fled down through the dim galleries that honeycombed the swaying basalt pinnacle, with the rocks grinding and cracking about them and fragments shattering away from the ceilings and raining down on them in the darkness.
The next attack came as the eastern horizon had begun to grow pale behind them. Aunt Pol, her horse and the little boy all seemed to vanish as absolute blackness engulfed them. Garion struck back instantly and he added a contemptuous little twist to it – a stinging slap at the joined minds that had mounted the attack. He felt a glow of self-satisfaction at the surprise and pain in the minds as they flinched back from his quick counter-blow.