The Gathering Storm: Book Twelve of the Wheel of Time
Robert Jordan, Brandon Sanderson
Tarmon Gai'don, the final conflict, looms. And mankind isn't really ready.
The ultimate quantity of the Wheel of Time, A reminiscence of Light, used to be partly written through Robert Jordan ahead of his premature passing in 2007. Brandon Sanderson, New York Times bestselling writer of the Mistborn books, was once selected through Jordan's editor--his spouse, Harriet McDougal--to entire the ultimate e-book. The scope and measurement of the amount used to be such that it might probably now not be contained in one e-book, and so Tor proudly offers The amassing Storm because the first of 3 novels that might conceal the description left via Robert Jordan, chronicling Tarmon Gai'don and Rand al'Thor's ultimate war of words with the darkish One. This brief series will whole the fight opposed to the Shadow, bringing to a detailed a trip started nearly 20 years in the past and staining the realization of the Wheel of Time, the preeminent delusion epic of our era.
In this epic novel, Robert Jordan's foreign bestselling sequence starts off its dramatic end. Rand al'Thor, the Dragon Reborn, struggles to unite a fractured community of kingdoms and alliances in education for the final conflict. As he makes an attempt to halt the Seanchan encroachment northward--wishing he may shape at the very least a short lived truce with the invaders--his allies watch in terror the shadow that looks transforming into in the center of the Dragon Reborn himself.
Egwene al'Vere, the Amyrlin Seat of the insurgent Aes Sedai, is a captive of the White Tower and topic to the whims in their tyrannical chief. As days tick towards the Seanchan assault she is familiar with is forthcoming, Egwene works to carry jointly the disparate factions of Aes Sedai whereas offering management within the face of accelerating uncertainty and depression. Her struggle will end up the mettle of the Aes Sedai, and her clash will come to a decision the way forward for the White Tower--and potentially the area itself.
The Wheel of Time turns, and a while come and go. What was once, what is going to be, and what's, could but fall less than the Shadow.
Occasional whiff of horse dung or an unwashed physique. Bashere’s males maintained a tidy camp, busying themselves with the loads of little projects that allowed the military to operate: polishing swords, oiling leathers, mending saddles, fetching water from the move. a few practiced fees to the left, at the some distance facet of the fairway, within the area among tent strains and the scraggly bushes starting to be along the movement. the boys held sparkling lances on the point as their horses trampled the muddy flooring in.
at the flooring, bearing 3 white plumes. He reached up with an unsteady black-gloved hand and wiped the blood from the nook of his mouth. “I am,” Ituralde acknowledged. “They name you a ‘Great Captain’ in Tarabon.” “They do.” “It’s deserved,” Turan acknowledged, coughing. “How did you do it? Our scouts. . . .” His cough ate up him. “Raken,” Ituralde acknowledged as soon as the cough subsided. He squatted down beside his foe. The sunlight used to be nonetheless a sliver within the west, lights the battlefield with a glimmer of golden pink.
loss of life. It additionally carried thoughts. The fury of the conflict, the eagerness and thrill of every swing. Aiel have been first-class warriors—the most sensible the land knew. each one trade were shut, and Perrin had earned his proportion of cuts and bruises, notwithstanding these had seeing that been Healed. combating the Aiel had made him think alive. each he’d slain were knowledgeable with the spears; each can have killed him. yet he’d received. in the course of these moments of scuffling with, he’d felt a riding ardour. the eagerness of ultimately.
You’re now not a few simpering beginner. You’re Aes Sedai. begin performing like one.” the lady seemed up, eyes flashing on the taunt. Egwene nodded approvingly. “We will mend the wear that Elaida has performed, and that i will sit down in my rightful position as Amyrlin. yet we have now paintings to do.” “I can’t—” “Yes,” Egwene acknowledged. “You can’t inform me what's wrong. i believe that the 3 Oaths are concerned, notwithstanding mild understands how. we will be able to paintings round the challenge. You can’t inform me why you’ve remained within the Tower. yet are you able to.
Doing both; his bloodline avoided staying away, his satisfaction interfered with obeying them. He had supported Elaida within the uprising now not simply because he beloved her—she’d constantly been chilly in the course of her years appearing as his mother’s consultant. No, two hundred.