Format: Mass Market Paperbound
Dimensions: 1024 pages, 2.64 × 1.66 × 0.67 in
Published: November 15, 1995
Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
The following ISBNs are associated with this title:
ISBN - 10: 0812513754
ISBN - 13: 9780812513752
Read from the Book
CHAPTER 1 Lion on the Hill The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the Third Are by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose among brown-thicketed hills in Cairhien. The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was a beginning. Westward the wind blew over abandoned villages and farms, many only jumbles of charred timber. War had racked Cairhien, war and civil war, invasion and chaos, and even now that it was done, insofar as it was done, only a handful began to trickle back to their homes. The wind held no moisture, and the sun tried to sear away what little remained in the land. Where the small town of Maerone faced larger Aringill across the River Erinin, the wind crossed into Andor. Both towns baked, and if more prayers for rain rose in Aringill, where refugees from Cairhien jammed inside the walls like fish in a cask, even the soldiers packed around Maerone offered up words to the Creator, sometimes drunkenly, sometimes fervently. Winter should have been beginning to send out tendrils, the first snows long past, and those who sweated feared the reason it was not so, though few dared voice those fears. Westward the wind blew, stirring drought-shriveled leaves on the trees, riffling the surface of shrinking
From the Publisher
In this sequel to the phenomenal New York Times
bestseller The Fires of Heaven, we plunge again into
Robert Jordan''s extraordinarily rich, totally unforgettable
On the slopes of Shayol Ghul, the Myrddraal swords are forged, and
the sky is not the sky of this world;
In Salidar the White Tower in exile prepares an embassy to Caemlyn,
where Rand Al''Thor, the Dragon Reborn, holds the throne--and where
an unexpected visitor may change the world....
In Emond''s Field, Perrin Goldeneyes, Lord of the Two Rivers, feels
the pull of ta''veren to ta''veren and prepares to march....
Morgase of Caemlyn finds a most unexpected, and quite unwelcome,
ally....And south lies Illian, where Sammael holds sway....
About the Author
Robert Jordan was born in 1948 in Charleston, South Carolina.
He taught himself to read when he was four with the incidental aid
of a twelve-years-older brother, and was tackling Mark Twain and
Jules Verne by five. He is a graduate of The Citadel, the Military
College of South Carolina, with a degree in physics. He served two
tours in Vietnam with the U.S. Army; among his decorations are the
Distinguished Flying Cross with bronze oak leaf cluster, the Bronze
Star with "V" and bronze oak leaf cluster, and two Vietnamese
Gallantry Crosses with palm. A history buff, he has also written
dance and theater criticism and enjoyed the outdoor sports of
hunting, fishing, and sailing, and the indoor sports of poker,
chess, pool, and pipe collecting.
Robert Jordan began writing in 1977 and went on to write The
Wheel of Time®, one of the most important and best selling series
in the history of fantasy publishing with over 14 million copies
sold in North America, and countless more sold abroad.
Robert Jordan died on September 16, 2007, after a courageous
battle with the rare blood disease amyloidosis.
From Our Editors
This sequel to the New York Times bestseller The Fires of Heaven plunges readers again into an extraordinarily rich, totally unforgettable w orld. Jordan sweeps his readers up in layer after layer of complex, interwoven tales of adventure, introducing us to some new characters and keeping up with others familiar from earlier books in the series
"The Wheel of Time [is] rapidly becoming the definitive
American fantasy saga....A fantasy tale seldom equalled and still
more seldom surpassed in English." --The Chicago Sun-Times