A Wizard of Earthsea (Earthsea Series #1)

A Wizard of Earthsea (Earthsea Series #1)

by Ursula K. Le Guin

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Originally published in 1968, Ursula K. Le Guin’s A Wizard of Earthsea marks the first of the six now beloved Earthsea titles. Ged was the greatest sorcerer in Earthsea, but in his youth he was the reckless Sparrowhawk. In his hunger for power and knowledge, he tampered with long-held secrets and loosed a terrible shadow upon the world. This is the tumultuous tale of his testing, how he mastered the mighty words of power, tamed an ancient dragon, and crossed death's threshold to restore the balance.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780547773742
Publisher: HMH Books
Publication date: 09/11/2012
Series: Earthsea Series , #1
Pages: 320
Sales rank: 15,443
Product dimensions: 4.20(w) x 6.80(h) x 0.90(d)
Age Range: 12 - 17 Years

About the Author

Ursula K. Le Guin was born in Berkeley, California, in 1929. Among her honors are a National Book Award, five Hugo and five Nebula Awards, the Kafka Award, a Pushcart Prize, and the Harold D. Vursell Memorial Award from the American Academy of Arts and Letters. She lives in Portland, Oregon. www.ursulakleguin.com


Portland, Oregon

Date of Birth:

October 21, 1929

Place of Birth:

Berkeley, California


B.A., Radcliffe College; M.A., Columbia University, 1952

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The island of Gont, a single mountain that lifts its peak a mile above the storm-racked Northeast Sea, is a land famous for wizards. From the towns in its high valleys and the ports on its dark narrow bays many a Gontishman has gone forth to serve the Lords of the Archipelago in their cities as wizard or mage, or, looking for adventure, to wander working magic from isle to isle of all Earthsea. Of these some say the greatest, and surely the greatest voyager, was the man called Sparrowhawk, who in his day became both dragonlord and Archmage. His life is told of in the Deed of Ged and in many songs, but this is a tale of the time before his fame, before the songs were made.

He was born in a lonely village called Ten Alders, high on the mountain at the head of the Northward Vale. Below the village the pastures and plow lands of the Vale slope downward level below level towards the sea, and other towns lie on the bends of the River Ar; above the village only forest rises ridge behind ridge to the stone and snow of the heights.

The name he bore as a child, Duny, was given him by his mother, and that and his life were all she could give him, for she died before he was a year old. His father, the bronze-smith of the village, was a grim unspeaking man, and since Duny's six brothers were older than he by many years and went one by one from home to farm the land or sail the sea or work as smith in other towns of the Northward Vale, there was no one to bring the child up in tenderness. He grew wild, a thriving weed, a tall, quick boy, loud and proud and full of temper. With the few other children of the village he herded goats on the steep meadows above the river-springs; and when he was strong enough to push and pull the long bellows-sleeves, his father made him work as smith's boy, at a high cost in blows and whippings. There was not much work to be got out of Duny. He was always off and away; roaming deep in the forest, swimming in the pools of the River Ar that like all Gontish rivers runs very quick and cold, or climbing by cliff and scarp to the heights above the forest, from which he could see the sea, that broad northern ocean where, past Perregal, no islands are.

A sister of his dead mother lived in the village. She had done what was needful for him as a baby, but she had business of her own and once he could look after himself at all she paid no more heed to him. But one day when the boy was seven years old, untaught and knowing nothing of the arts and powers that are in the world, he heard his aunt crying out words to a goat which had jumped up onto the thatch of a hut and would not come down: but it came jumping when she cried a certain rhyme to it. Next day herding the longhaired goats on the meadows of High Fall, Duny shouted to them the words he had heard, not knowing their use or meaning or what kind of words they were:

Noth hierth malk man

hiolk han merth han!

He yelled the rhyme aloud, and the goats came to him. They came very quickly, all of them together, not making any sound. They looked at him out of the dark slot in their yellow eyes.

Duny laughed and shouted it out again, the rhyme that gave him power over the goats. They came closer, crowding and pushing round him. All at once he felt afraid of their thick, ridged horns and their strange eyes and their strange silence. He tried to get free of them and to run away. The goats ran with him keeping in a knot around him, and so they came charging down into the village at last, all the goats going huddled together as if a rope were pulled tight round them, and the boy in the midst of them weeping and bellowing. Villagers ran from their houses to swear at the goats and laugh at the boy. Among them came the boy's aunt, who did not laugh. She said a word to the goats, and the beasts began to bleat and browse and wander, freed from the spell.

"Come with me," she said to Duny.

She took him into her hut where she lived alone. She let no child enter there usually, and the children feared the place. It was low and dusky, windowless, fragrant with herbs that hung drying from the crosspole of the roof, mint and moly and thyme, yarrow and rushwash and paramal, kingsfoil, clovenfoot, tansy and bay. There his aunt sat crosslegged by the firepit, and looking sidelong at the boy through the tangles of her black hair she asked him what he had said to the goats, and if he knew what the rhyme was. When she found that he knew nothing, and yet had spellbound the goats to come to him and follow him, then she saw that he must have in him the makings of power.

As her sister's son he had been nothing to her, but now she looked at him with a new eye. She praised him, and told him she might teach him rhymes he would like better, such as the word that makes a snail look out of its shell, or the name that calls a falcon down from the sky.

"Aye, teach me that name!" he said, being clear over the fright the goats had given him, and puffed up with her praise of his cleverness.

The witch said to him, "You will not ever tell that word to the other children, if I teach it to you."

"I promise."

She smiled at his ready ignorance. "Well and good. But I will bind your promise. Your tongue will be stilled until I choose to unbind it, and even then, though you can speak, you will not be able to speak the word I teach you where another person can hear it. We must keep the secrets of our craft."

"Good," said the boy, for he had no wish to tell the secret to his playmates, liking to know and do what they knew not and could not.

He sat still while his aunt bound back her uncombed hair, and knotted the belt of her dress, and again sat cross-legged throwing handfuls of leaves into the firepit, so that a smoke spread and filled the darkness of the hut. She began to sing. Her voice changed sometimes to low or high as if another voice sang through her, and the singing went on and on until the boy did not know if he waked or slept, and all the while the witch's old black dog that never barked sat by him with eyes red from the smoke. Then the witch spoke to Duny in a tongue he did not understand, and made him say with her certain rhymes and words until the enchantment came on him and held him still.

"Speak!" she said to test the spell.

The boy could not speak, but he laughed.

Then his aunt was a little afraid of his strength, for this was as strong a spell as she knew how to weave: she had tried not only to gain control of his speech and silence, but to bind him at the same time to her service in the craft of sorcery. Yet even as the spell bound him, he had laughed. She said nothing. She threw clear water on the fire till the smoke cleared away, and gave the boy water to drink, and when the air was clear and he could speak again she taught him the true name of the falcon, to which the falcon must come.

This was Duny's first step on the way he was to follow all his life, the way of magery, the way that led him at last to hunt a shadow over land and sea to the lightless coasts of death's kingdom. But in those first steps along the way, it seemed a broad, bright road.

When he found that the wild falcons stooped down to him from the wind when he summoned them by name, lighting with a thunder of wings on his wrist like the hunting-birds of a prince, then he hungered to know more such names and came to his aunt begging to learn the name of the sparrowhawk and the osprey and the eagle. To earn the words of power he did all the witch asked of him and learned of her all she taught, though not all of it was pleasant to do or know. There is a saying on Gont, Weak as woman's magic, and there is another saying, Wicked as woman's magic. Now the witch of Ten Alders was no black sorceress, nor did she ever meddle with the high arts or traffic with Old Powers; but being an ignorant woman among ignorant folk, she often used her crafts to foolish and dubious ends. She knew nothing of the Balance and the Pattern which the true wizard knows and serves, and which keep him from using his spells unless real need demands. She had a spell for every circumstance, and was forever weaving charms. Much of her lore was mere rubbish and humbug, nor did she know the true spells from the false. She knew many curses, and was better at causing sickness, perhaps, than at curing it. Like any village witch she could brew up a love-potion, but there were other, uglier brews she made to serve men's jealousy and hate. Such practices, however, she kept from her young prentice, and as far as she was able she taught him honest craft.

At first all his pleasure in the art-magic was, childlike, the power it gave him over bird and beast, and the knowledge of these. And indeed that pleasure stayed with him all his life. Seeing him in the high pastures often with a bird of prey about him, the other children called him Sparrowhawk, and so he came by the name that he kept in later life as his use-name, when his true-name was not known.

As the witch kept talking of the glory and the riches and the great power over men that a sorcerer could gain, he set himself to learn more useful lore. He was very quick at it. The witch praised him and the children of the village began to fear him, and he himself was sure that very soon he would become great among men. So he went on from word to word and from spell to spell with the witch till he was twelve years old and had learned from her a great part of what she knew: not much, but enough for the witchwife of a small village, and more than enough for a boy of twelve. She had taught him all her lore in herbals and healing, and all she knew of the crafts of finding, binding, mending, unsealing and revealing. What she knew of chanters' tales and the great Deeds she had sung him, and all the words of the True Speech that she had learned from the sorcerer that taught her, she taught again to Duny. And from weatherworkers and wandering jugglers who went from town to town of the Northward Vale and the East Forest he had learned various tricks and pleasantries, spells of Illusion. It was with one of these light spells that he first proved the great power that was in him.

In those days the Kargad Empire was strong. Those are four great lands that lie between the Northern and the Eastern Reaches: Karego-At, Atuan, Hur-at-Hur, Atnini. The tongue they speak there is not like any spoken in the Archipelago or the other Reaches, and they are a savage people, white-skinned, yellow-haired, and fierce, liking the sight of blood and the smell of burning towns. Last year they had attacked the Torikles and the strong island Torheven, raiding in great force in fleets of red-sailed ships. News of this came north to Gont, but the Lords of Gont were busy with their piracy and paid small heed to the woes of other lands. Then Spevy fell to the Kargs and was looted and laid waste, its people taken as slaves, so that even now it is an isle of ruins. In lust of conquest the Kargs sailed next to Gont, coming in a host, thirty great longships, to East Port. They fought through that town, took it, burned it; leaving their ships under guard at the mouth of the River Ar they went up the Vale wrecking and looting, slaughtering cattle and men. As they went they split into bands, and each of these bands plundered where it chose. Fugitives brought warning to the villages of the heights. Soon the people of Ten Alders saw smoke darken the eastern sky, and that night those who climbed the High Fall looked down on the Vale all hazed and red-streaked with fires where fields ready for harvest had been set ablaze, and orchards burned, the fruit roasting on the blazing boughs, and barns and farmhouses smoldered in ruin.

Some of the villagers fled up the ravines and hid in the forest, and some made ready to fight for their lives, and some did neither but stood about lamenting. The witch was one who fled, hiding alone in a cave up on the Kapperding Scarp and sealing the cave-mouth with spells. Duny's father the bronze-smith was one who stayed, for he would not leave his smelting-pit and forge where he had worked for fifty years. All that night he labored beating up what ready metal he had there into spearpoints, and others worked with him binding these to the handles of hoes and rakes, there being no time to make sockets and shaft them properly. There had been no weapons in the village but hunting bows and short knives, for the mountain folk of Gont are not warlike; it is not warriors they are famous for, but goat-thieves, sea-pirates, and wizards.

With sunrise came a thick white fog, as on many autumn mornings in the heights of the island. Among their huts and houses down the straggling street of Ten Alders the villagers stood waiting with their hunting bows and new-forged spears, not knowing whether the Kargs might be far off or very near, all silent, all peering into the fog that hid shapes and distances and dangers from their eyes.

With them was Duny. He had worked all night at the forge-bellows, pushing and pulling the two long sleeves of goathide that fed the fire with a blast of air. Now his arms so ached and trembled from that work that he could not hold out the spear he had chosen. He did not see how he could fight or be of any good to himself or the villagers. It rankled at his heart that he should die, spitted on a Kargish lance, while still a boy: that he should go into the dark land without ever having known his own name, his true name as a man. He looked down at his thin arms, wet with cold fog-dew, and raged at his weakness, for he knew his strength. There was power in him, if he knew how to use it, and he sought among all the spells he knew for some device that might give him and his companions an advantage, or at least a chance. But need alone is not enough to set power free: there must be knowledge.

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Guest More than 1 year ago
It's interesting, in these days of Harry Potter, to read what people think of LeGuin's Earthsea books and in particular 'A Wizard of Earthsea'. I think that people forget that this book was first published in 1968, about 30 years before the US publication of 'Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's [Philosopher's] Stone'. While, in my opinion, J.K. Rowling is an extremely creative writer, her characters are all fairly simplistic, with virtually one-track minds. Adults in Rowling's magical world are as immature and petty as the children at Hogwarts. Her characters are driven by rather simple, predictable emotions and goals. Characters in Rowling's books continuously repeat the same character flaws and don't seem to learn from them over the course of seven books. Rowling paints with so thick a brush that the reader becomes duped into accepting that a plot twist equates to character development. LeGuin's Ged, on the other hand, does learn. He exists in a world where children act like children and adults act like adults. He grows immensely during this coming of age tale. His character development leads the plot, rather than the other way around, therefore, creating a much richer read, in my opinion, than any of Rowling's beloved books. LeGuin packs so much imagery, action and character development into a book less than 200 pages long. Compare that to the endless chapters in the Harry Potter books where you spend over 200 pages finding out, for example, who's taking who to the Yule Ball, or how many times Harry will serve detention. LeGuin's book is probably written for younger readers who like to think about the meaning of what they are reading, rather than simply follow a story line laid out before them. Don't get me wrong, I have enjoyed J.K. Rowling's books and I greatly appreciate them for what they are...I've bought the last few books the day they were released, just like almsot everybody else. But I absolutely love LeGuin's work and I feel that she has written amongst the finest fantasy writing I have read, to date, and I've been reading fantasy for over 25 years. For people who have enjoyed reading Harry Potter, you may also enjoy the original three books of this series 'A Wizard of Earthsea, The Tombs of Atuan, and The Farthest Shore'. The Farthest Shore is also a masterpiece. As I have grown older, with maturation of my understanding of the way things work in life, my perspective and understanding of that story has evolved and so I consider that book to be a rare literary equivalent to a fine wine whose flavors change as it ages.
Guest More than 1 year ago
A Wizard of Earth Sea by Ursula K. Le Guin is an amazing piece of Sci Fi literature and covers many captivating themes such as light vs. dark, arrogance vs. self control, modesty and maturity vs. boasting and growing and of course friendship. The book was published by A Bantam Spectra Book Co. and what a wonderful decision it was for them to publish such a wonderful book. Ged starts of young and arrogant with little self control. He strives to be the best at everything he does and wants to prove himself better than his humble island. After discovering his magical abilities he shortly starts making poor choices that his arrogance, lack of self control, and immaturity lead on to. He summons up a spirit and a fog that nearly destroy him twice. Ged starts a new journey on the island of Roke where he is given magical lessons from the best of the best. In his haste to learn all he can he gains knowledge much faster than other students and quickly excels. He meets his friend and enemy on the same day. Vetch the peace maker a character most enjoyable for his kind ways and Jasper most despised for having all of the bad traits of Ged yet none of his good qualities that make Ged acceptable. Ged and Jasper become competitors and each thinks they are better than the other. This leads to Ged and Jasper having a competition. Ged must summon a spirit to prove he has greater power then Jasper. In doing so Le Guin shows that when a person creates something out of evil and darkness the product of that creation can only be or used for darkness and evil. This was also true in the case of Ged summoning up a spirit which allowed all of Ged¿s poor qualities to be poored into this dark shadow. Ged leaves Roke to hunt his darkness and when he comes face to face with it he realizes that it is just all of his own bad qualities. Ursula captures how people think of themselves and how we like to avoid all of our bad habits, but in the story Ged must face his and in doing so he truly becomes powerful and great. In my true and most honest opinion I find this book to be wonderful and captivating. It will keep a reader engaged page after page and will also spark a reader¿s interest in other books written by Le Guin. This story is definitely up there with Harry Potter and The Lord of the Rings. If you have any book to read with a class or for fun I would recommend this book again and again.
Sauron More than 1 year ago
This book is an excellent star to the Earthsea Cycle. The writting is very fast in some moments of the book and suspenful and funny in other. You won't be bored.
RedFoxUK More than 1 year ago
This was good - made me go out and buy more of the Earthsea Series. My only problem was that the book wasn't very long and I read it far too quickly. I recommend for anybody who likes a little different.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
One of the greatest novels i've ever read
Guest More than 1 year ago
The Wizard of earthsea is, without a doubt, the best book ever!When I first read it, I was blown away. It's full of great characters, and the writings great.:)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Although it wasn't my favourite (I have sentimental attachments to others), it was definitely the best YA fantasy I have ever read. Her words were crafted with beauty, the characters were perfect, and the lessons are great for kids of all ages to hear
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Fun to read! Couldn't put it down. Would and have read it time and time again
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
She does magic when she writes, I am trully on an adventure with this series. I reread it every few years since no other storyteller can write so spellbindingly well.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Not even the first sentance. Some sample. How do I know if this book is right for me? GIVE AT LEAST THE FIRST CHAPTER!!!!!!!! Click yes if you agree!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This to my mind is a classic of the fantasy genre. The novel overall is full of great material, has an excellent plot, and keeps up a good pace to keep things interesting. I’d definitely call it a must read.
MoonshineMax on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I started this thinking 'yawn', same old boy wizard goes exploring crap. And then it hit me. This was an incredible story. While, in my mind the plot could have been extended, it was obvious that if that had occured it would have lost the readerbase in 12-15 yeear olds. But even with the rather short portrayal of the plot, I was blown away by its actual content.Furthermore, the characters are portrayed with a deftness of touch that belies Le Guin's anthropological education, and the characterisics portrayed by the different nautical races is well executed, if, like I said above, slightly lacking in depth.Quick to read, but with long, episodic chapters, it is, quite rightly, a classic. Much better than the majority of fantasy I've read. In fact, so good I might have to bypass a few books in order to read the sequal, The Tombs of Atuan.A must read for anyone remotely interested in fantasy. 4.5*
mmillet on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Fantasy book about the beginnings of the wizard Ged who faces a dragon and must face a deathly shadow he released while still a prideful youth. This is just the tip of the iceberg for Ged's story and the writing was wonderful and I loved the new world, earthsea, the author has created. Wonderfully told story; the plot was believeable and was very interesting.
aarondesk on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A delightful story of the wizard Ged and his quest to make peace with his mistake. Le Guin is a masterful writer and the words from this book come out as pure beauty. The magic is very cool. I will definitely be reading the other Earthsea books.
Radaghast on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Le Guin has drawn on a number of mythologies to create the first book in her Earthsea series. She is fully willing to shatter accepted norms in fantasy, and does it adeptly. Hopefully the rest of the series will be just as excellent.
Diwanna on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Part 1 of the Earthsea Cycle. A short but wonderful fantasy book that is not a Lord of the Rings derivative. The story of a young boy who commits a great sin and seeks redemption A must read for all fantasy buffs.
TimTorian on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
One of my all time favorites. Great writing.
booksandwine on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
You know those books you feel like you should enjoy, just because they have a great rep and have been compared to LOTR and Narnia, but you just didn't like it? Yeah, this was one of those books. I thought it was terrible and each page felt like torture to me. Basically it follows this wizard, Ged. He rides around in a boat and doesn't have anyone interesting like Richard Parker (the tiger from Life of Pi) to talk to. The characters seem pretty one-dimensional. The writing is slow. Certain things I expected to pan out and be really interesting and keep me glued to the book did not pan out. I really think this book does not deserve comparison to Narnia or LOTR at all, those books were eloquently written and kept me hungering for the next page, A Wizard of Earthsea did not.
ecugary on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I expected a lot more out of this book. Everything I read about Ursula LeGuin was wonderful and I thought she could help me with my distaste for fastasy. I was wrong/Ged, a sorcerer, isn't a well developed character and I lost interest easily. Imagination is supposed to be a key element in a fantasy, but I wasn't surprised at any point.
Isamoor on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Feb11:Well, there's a classic I sure missed out on.Characters: Lead is amazingly solid for the age of this book. The support characters are good enough as well.Plot: A good pass at a redemption plot. Many great adventures along the way.Style: High fantasy, without being boring like Tolkein. I'd almost say action fantasy in many ways. Great stuff!
nmhale on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
A classic in the fantasy genre, and an example of fine writing besides. Ged of Gont is a powerful young wizard, perhaps the most powerful sorcerer Gont has ever produced. Just as great as his power is his pride. Ged is taken from his childhood home to study with the mage Ogion, but when he is too impatient for Ogion's deep wisdom, his mentor sends him to study on the mage island Roke. Here Ged's skill advances in leaps and bounds. Yet his pride becomes his downfall when he is pushed by the taunts of a rival wizard, Jasper, to work a spell well beyond his mastery, and inadvertently unleashes a shadow bent on Ged's destruction. Now Ged is bound to flee or fight his created shadow, until one or both are destroyed. One of the themes of this novel is power and the responsibility it confers on the user. Ged's quest and his struggle with his shadow illustrates that power actually narrows the path one treads in life, rather than broadening it. Once he thought that with his strength he could set the balance in life however he chose, but that thinking is what led Ged to release his shadow, eventually limiting his path to only one. Le Guin's message is clear: even those who want to use their power recklessly will eventually be forced into a recognition of their responsibility, sometimes with drastic consequences. This concept of power ties in to her theory of balance: great power is balanced by great responsibility. A deep analysis, but Le Guin's masterly writing demands a close reading of the themes she incorporates in to her plot and characters.
MarcusH on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The first book in Ursula K. Le Guin's Earthsea Cycle should be deem as a bildungsroman style novel. Ged Sparrowhawk starts out as an immature power and fame hungry mage-prentice. As the story unfolds, Sparrowhawk faces the choices he made as a child and teenager and tries to find confidence in himself and within his power.This is a truly wonderful fantasy novel for both young adults and adults alike.
Bodagirl on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This was the first Le Guin I've read, and it didn't really live up to my expectations. I think part of the problem was that it was written in third person. I need connection with the characters that third person just doesn't offer.
angelofmusic_81 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Somewhere in classic fantasy between Lewis's Narnia and Tolkein's Middle Earth lies Ursula K. Le Guin's Earthsea. Though it is a short book, it is far from a quick read. Le Guin's writing is as complex and beautiful as the mountains and sea she describes. She paints boldly, her words made of sparkling colors that mesh into something sublime. There are paragraphs that I had to read again for the sheer poetry of it all. The pace is somewhere between Lewis's parsimony and Tolkein's extravagance, which allows for a fully formed universe without pulling the plot to a standstill. Le Guin is a living legend in literature and should be seen for what she is--magic.
kaionvin on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This series came recommended to me, but I ultimately found this first installment disappointing. The narrative was very fond of "tell, don't show" language- and the characters were never very well developed. Instead, it seemed to fall into a popular fantasy story failing- that the author was more interested in world-building and map-drawing, rather than interested in spinning an engaging and thoughtfully universal yarn.Without strong characterization, the psychological journey of our protagonist Ged, and the ultimate message of the novel didn't match up with Ged's physical journey. Facing down one's death and accepting it as inextricable from life- that is truly a very human and indeed, universal, struggle. However, the author here doesn't explore the real questions that come with this struggle: What is life? What is it like to lose someone close to you? How do you come to terms with this knowledge of future separation? How do you react to the fact that you will get old one day? The reader is cheated out of any reflection by Ged or the storyline on these topics.Furthermore, I found the story to have a somewhat disturbing sexist undercurrent, which might be more of a problem if character motivations were ever drawn well enough for . As ever, though, the characters seemed to act to fit the plot at the moment, rather than their actions arising organically from human foibles and triumphs.