By Grace and Banners Fallen: Prologue to A Memory of Light (Wheel of Time Book 14)
Robert Jordan
Language: English
Pages: 74
ISBN: B009AEM4NI
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Since 1990, when Robert Jordan's The Wheel of Time® burst on the world with its first book, The Eye of the World, readers have been anticipating the finale of this extraordinary saga, which has sold over forty million copies in over thirty languages.
The wait will soon be over. The fourteenth and final volume, A Memory of Light, will be available in hardcover and audiobook on January 8, 2013.
However, you can read the prologue, "By Grace and Banners Fallen," before the book's official release date. The prologue will be available in both electronic text and digital audio formats in October 2012.
The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass.
What was, what will be, and what is,
May yet fall under the Shadow.
Let the Dragon ride again on the winds of time.
Shadow reaches those dragons…” “I’m well aware of the dangers, Dennel, thank you. How fast could you move the things, assuming we reach them? I’m worried about extending ourselves too far, and this city is going up faster than oil-soaked love letters to a High Lord’s mistress. I want to get the weapons and leave the city as quickly as possible.” “I can level an enemy bulwark in a shot or two, my Lord, but the dragons do not move quickly. They are attached to carts, so that will help, but they
intends to do us honor, in his own eyes.” She shook her head. “He should know better.” “Often,” Kymer agreed, “the Car’a’carn gives insult by accident, as if he were a child. We are strong, so his demand—whatever it is—matters not. If it is a price the others can pay, so can we.” “He would not make these mistakes if he had been trained properly in our ways,” Sorilea murmured. Aviendha met their eyes evenly. No, she had not trained him as well as he could have been trained—but they knew that
come for Cairhien. Talmanes finally gave Selfar his head. The roan galloped along the side of the road for a time; then Talmanes reluctantly forced his way across, ignoring pleas for help. Time he’d spent with Mat made him wish there were more he could offer these people. It was downright strange, the effect Matrim Cauthon had on a person. Talmanes looked at common folk in a very different light now. Perhaps it was because he still didn’t rightly know whether to think of Mat as a lord or not.
couldn’t hear. “We’re not—” the head man began again. “Do you know what this is?” Talmanes asked softly around his pipe. “This is the beginning of the end. This is the fall of nations and the unification of humankind. This is the Last Battle, you bloody fool.” The men shuffled uncomfortably. “Do you…do you speak for the Queen?” the leader said, trying to salvage something. “I just want to see my men taken care of.” “If you fight,” Talmanes said, “I’ll promise you a great reward.” The man
obscuring moon and stars, she could almost imagine that the cook fires were shipborne lanterns in a busy port at night. That was probably a sight she would never see again. Leilwin Shipless was not a captain; she would never be one again. To wish otherwise was to defy the very nature of who she had become. Bayle put a hand on her shoulder. Thick fingers, rough from many days of work. She reached up and rested her hand on his. It had been simple to slip through one of those gateways being made