Lord of Chaos (The Wheel of Time, Book 6)
In this sequel to the outstanding New York Times bestseller The Fires of Heaven, we plunge back into Robert Jordan's terribly wealthy, completely unforgettable world:
On the slopes of Shayol Ghul, the Myrddraal swords are solid, and the sky isn't the sky of this world;
In Salidar the White Tower in exile prepares an embassy to Caemlyn, the place Rand Al'Thor, the Dragon Reborn, holds the throne--and the place an unforeseen customer might switch the world....
In Emond's box, Perrin Goldeneyes, Lord of the 2 Rivers, feels the pull of ta'veren to ta'veren and prepares to march....
Morgase of Caemlyn unearths a so much unforeseen, and rather unwelcome, ally....And south lies Illian, the place Sammael holds sway....
converse, my Queen?” Morgase grew to become in amazement. these have been the accents of Andor. The younger guy was once on his knees, grin flashing from doubtful to cocky and again. He could have been handsome other than that his nostril have been damaged and never effectively tended. On Lamgwin it regarded rugged, if low; this lad appeared as though he had tripped and fallen on his face. “Who are you?” she demanded. “How did you come back here?” “I’m Paitr Conel, my Queen. From industry Sheran. In Andor?” he extra, as though she will possibly not.
Seal, he passed it to Bashere. “Guard this carefully.” holiday it! He squashed the voice not easy. “Nothing needs to take place to it.” Bashere took the package deal reverently in either arms. Rand used to be uncertain even if the man’s bow used to be for him or the seal. “For ten hours or ten years, it will likely be secure until eventually you require it.” For a second Rand studied him. “Everybody’s watching for me to move mad, fearful of it, yet now not you. you want to have suggestion i ultimately used to be, simply now, yet you weren’t fearful of me even then.” Bashere.
Up at him via a sheen of perspiration. practically he fumbled the complicated interweaving of his ft with Betse’s as they whirled down the ground, yet he stuck himself sooner than tripping her, the stairs coming instinctively. This dance used to be his as without doubt as these thoughts have been, borrowed or stolen, yet so seamlessly woven into these he fairly had lived that he may now not inform the variation with no considering. All his, now, filling holes in his personal thoughts; he may perhaps to boot have lived all of them.
assorted position, or long gone, a door that had stood open used to be closed. The extra ephemeral something was once within the actual international, the extra its place or may well switch, the fewer enterprise its mirrored image. sometimes movement flickered in the dead of night highway, a person showing and vanishing after a couple of steps, or perhaps floating around the flooring as though flying. Many people’s desires may perhaps contact Tel’aran’rhiod, yet basically in brief. Which used to be fortunate for them. one other estate of the realm of desires was once that what occurred.
Elayne had visited this room in Tel’aran’rhiod, there were a semicircle of such stools, a dozen or extra, in entrance of the seriously carved desk. every one stopover at on account that had noticeable fewer, and now none. She was once yes that indicated whatever, even though she couldn't think what. She used to be definite Siuan concept so, too, and intensely most probably had questioned out a cause, but when she had, she had now not shared it with Elayne or Nynaeve. “The combating in Shienar and Arafel is demise down,” Sheriam murmured part to herself, “but.