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Elantris was built on magic, and it thrived. But then the magic began to fade, and Elantris began to rot. Now its shattered citizens face domination by a powerful Imperium. Can a young Princess unite the people of Elantris and lead a rebellion against the imperial zealots? Brandon Sanderson's debut fantasy showed his skill as a storyteller and an imaginer of baroque magical systems to be fully developed from the start.

The city of the gods. Elantris once stood as the symbol of all that is beautiful. A sprawling metropolis of unrivaled grandeur, it was a symbol of power and strength, built to be as imposing as it was magnificent. But Elantris fell...10 years ago.

The city of the gods. Elantris once stood as the symbol of all that is beautiful. A sprawling metropolis of unrivaled grandeur, it was a symbol of power and strength, built to be as imposing as it was magnificent. The only thing more glorious than the city itself was its inhabitants, Godlike beings, with silvery skin and hair of the purest, flowing white. Able to create powerful magics with a mere wave of their hands, the Elantrians were able to heal mortal wounds and create any object they desired. To be an Elantrian was to be without sickness, without pain and without want.

The city of the gods. Elantris once stood as the symbol of all that is beautiful. A sprawling metropolis of unrivaled grandeur, it was a symbol of power and strength, built to be as imposing as it was magnificent. The only thing more glorious than the city itself was its inhabitants, Godlike beings, with silvery skin and hair of the purest flowing white. Able to create powerful magics with a mere wave of their hands, the Elantrians were able to heal mortal wounds and create any object they desired. But Elantris fell...10 years ago.

Elantris era la capital de Arelon: gigantesca, hermosa, literalmente radiante, llena de seres benevolentes que utilizaban sus poderosas habilidades mágicas en beneficio de todos. Sin embargo, cada uno de estos semidioses fue una vez una persona común y corriente hasta que fue tocado por el misterioso poder transformador del Shaod. Hace diez años, sin previo aviso, la magia fracasó. Los elantrians se volvieron criaturas sin poder, como leprosos, y el propio Elantris oscuro, sucio y desmoronado. La nueva capital de Arelon, Kae, se agacha a la sombra de Elantris.

The city of the gods. Elantris once stood as the symbol of all that is beautiful. A sprawling metropolis of unrivaled grandeur, it was a symbol of power and strength, built to be as imposing as it was magnificent. The only thing more glorious than the city itself was its inhabitants, Godlike beings, with silvery skin and hair of the purest flowing white. Able to create powerful magics with a mere wave of their hands, the Elantrians were able to heal mortal wounds and create any object they desired. But Elantris fell...10 years ago.

Einst war Elantris, die magische Stadt im Lande Arelon, ein Paradies, in dem die Götter wandelten. Aber dann wurde es von einem schrecklichen Fluch getroffen und die vormals blühende Stadt verwandelte sich in eine tödliche Falle für ihre Bewohner. Kronprinz Raoden, der in der gefallenen Stadt gefangen ist, muss gemeinsam mit der Königstochter Sarene das Geheimnis von Elantris ergründen ... Als Bonus enthält dieser Band die Story Hoffnung für Elantris, die mehr aus Raodens und Sarenes Welt erzählt.

Notes from the author: The following is a short story I wrote in the Elantris world back in January of 2006. There were always a few holes in Elantris where I decided not to include viewpoints or sections of explanation in the name of streamlining, particularly at the end. In the back of my mind, I knew what happened. This story talks about one of those holes; it is meant to be heard after you’ve finished the novel and takes place during the events of the climax.

Jadis, Elantris était splendide. On l’appelait la cité des dieux, elle rayonnait de pouvoir. La légende dit que ses habitants étaient immortels. Force, vitesse, perspicacité : ils pratiquaient la magie d’un simple mouvement de la main. On venait de très loin pour admirer Elantris et profiter de ses richesses. Jadis, le Shaod était une bénédiction. Magie bienveillante, elle frappait au hasard, souvent la nuit, aussi bien le voleur que le marchand, le noble que le guerrier, hommes, femmes et enfants.

When Shai is caught replacing the Moon Scepter with her nearly flawless forgery, she must bargain for her life. An assassin has left the Emperor Ashravan without consciousness, a circumstance concealed only by the death of his wife. If the emperor does not emerge after his hundred-day mourning period, the rule of the Heritage Faction will be forfeit and the empire will fall into chaos. Shai is given an impossible task: to create - to Forge - a new soul for the emperor in less than 100 days. But her soul-Forgery is considered an abomination by her captors.

La suite incontournable de la première saga de Brandon Sanderson ! À travers les destins hors normes de Raoden, Sarène et Hrathen, dont les trajectoires vont se rencontrer dans une apothéose éblouissante, ce second et dernier volume nous dévoile tous les secrets de la mystérieuse Elantris.

La jeune Shai a été arrêtée alors qu’elle tentait de voler le Sceptre de Lune de l’Empereur. Mais au lieu de l’exécuter, ses geôliers concluent avec elle un marché : l’Empereur, resté inconscient après une tentative d’assassinat, a besoin d’une nouvelle âme. Or Shai est une Forgeuse : elle possède la capacité magique de modifier le passé d’un objet, et donc d’altérer le présent. Grâce à ce talent, Shai doit forger le simulacre d’une âme. Une tâche ardue, sur laquelle repose le destin de l’Empire... et le sien.

La humanidad se enfrenta a una nueva Desolación con el regreso de los Portadores del Vacío, un enemigo tan grande en número como en sed de venganza. La victoria fugaz de los ejércitos alezi de Dalinar Kholin ha tenido consecuencias: el enemigo parshendi ha convocado la violenta tormenta eterna, que arrasa el mundo y hace que los hasta ahora pacíficos parshmenios descubran con horror que llevan un milenio esclavizados por los humanos. Al mismo tiempo, en una desesperada huida para alertar a su familia de la amenaza, Kaladin se pregunta si la repentina ira de los parshmenios está justificada.

Brandon Sanderson crea mundos, y esos mundos están conectados. Su universo se expande por las sagas El Archivo de las Tormentas y Nacidos de la Bruma (Mistborn), también por obras como Elantris, construyendo una constelación de reinos llamado Cosmere.