Towers of Midnight (Wheel of Time)
Robert Jordan, Brandon Sanderson
Language: English
Pages: 1264
ISBN: 0765364875
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
The Last Battle has started. The seals on the Dark One's prison are crumbling. The Pattern itself is unraveling, and the armies of the Shadow have begun to boil out of the Blight.
The sun has begun to set upon the Third Age.
Perrin Aybara is now hunted by specters from his past: Whitecloaks, a slayer of wolves, and the responsibilities of leadership. All the while, an unseen foe is slowly pulling a noose tight around his neck. To prevail, he must seek answers in Tel'aran'rhiod and find a way--at long last--to master the wolf within him or lose himself to it forever.
Meanwhile, Matrim Cauthon prepares for the most difficult challenge of his life. The creatures beyond the stone gateways--the Aelfinn and the Eelfinn--have confused him, taunted him, and left him hanged, his memory stuffed with bits and pieces of other men's lives. He had hoped that his last confrontation with them would be the end of it, but the Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills. The time is coming when he will again have to dance with the Snakes and the Foxes, playing a game that cannot be won. The Tower of Ghenjei awaits, and its secrets will reveal the fate of a friend long lost.
This latest novel of Robert Jordan's #1 New York Times bestselling series--the second based on materials he left behind when he died in 2007--brings dramatic and compelling developments to many threads in the Pattern. The end draws near.
Dovie'andi se tovya sagain. It's time to toss the dice.
think it’s past time I went to visit my sister.” Chubain nodded, and Gawyn took his leave. He visited the barracks and gathered his possessions—little more than a change of clothing and a winter cloak—then made his way to the stables and saddled Challenge. Then he led the horse to the Traveling ground. Egwene maintained a sister on duty there at all times. Tonight’s Aes Sedai—a petite, drowsy-eyed Green named Nimri—didn’t question him. She made him a gateway to a hillside about an hour’s travel
wits in the first place.” Mat rolled his eyes. “Did I miss you explaining what you were doing in the flaming dungeons, sitting in a pool of your own blood, looking for all the world like you’d seen the losing end of a battlefield skirmish?” “I was interrogating the Black Ajah,” Elayne said. “The details are none of your concern. Birgitte, have you a report from the grounds?” “Nobody saw Mellar leave,” the Warder said. “Though we found the secretary’s body on the ground floor, still warm. Died
strode against the wind, lessening its effect on him as well. He was stronger at it than Perrin was—Perrin barely managed to keep his own bubble up. He feared that without it, he would be sucked into the storm and tossed into the air. He saw large branches rip past in the air, and even some smaller trees. Hopper slowed, then sat down in the snow. He looked upward, toward the peak. I cannot stay, the wolf sent. This is not my place. “I understand,” Perrin said. The wolf vanished, but Perrin
likely wants me to think that this man stumbled upon me accidentally.” Aran’gar pursed her lips. “So you’ll flee? Run from the center of excitement again?” “This, from you?” “I was surrounded by enemies. Flight was my only option.” It sounded like a practiced line. Words like those were a challenge. Aran’gar would serve her. Perhaps…“Does that Aes Sedai of yours know Compulsion?” Aran’gar shrugged. “She’s been trained in it. She’s passably skilled.” “Fetch her.” Aran’gar raised an eyebrow,
“Which is?” “I thought I was being forged into a sword,” Rand said, eyes growing distant. “But I was wrong. I’m not a weapon. I never have been.” “Then what are you?” Min asked, genuinely curious. He merely smiled. “Cadsuane Sedai, I have a task for you, if you will accept it.” “I expect that will depend on the task,” she said, folding her arms. “I need you to locate someone. Someone who is missing, someone I now suspect may be in the hands of well-meaning allies. You see, I’ve been informed