I single-handedly held together the world's entire collection of female channelers and fought off an attack by the Seanchan. Tell us again about how you "cleansed the taint," Nynaeve. And have you already forgotten how I helped you cleanse the taint from saidin? I healed stilling, for the Light's sake! Even Aes Sedai of the Age of Legends couldn't do that. Rand, you wool-headed goat! The women accomplish at least as much as you men folk do. Hey, no girls allowed in the Ta'veren Tavern! EGWENE, NYNAEVE, ELAYNE, AVIENDHA, and MIN enter, trailed by a coterie of MONARCHS AND OTHER MINOR CHARACTERS.) Hey, at least my character has the capacity for interesting growth and introspection! We can't all just climb a mountain named after us and have a mystical revelation. And you, Perrin, with your man / beast duality getting crammed down our throats in every paragraph! I had better see a shitload of wolves at the Last Battle or you have some serious explaining to do. Explain to me again how the luckiest man alive gets so anxious every time he hears dice, anyway. Like you're one to talk anyway, Mat! You and your stupid dice rattling in your skull - that has to be the worst foreshadowing gimmick in the history of literature. They had to tie up that loose end at some point. I'm not the one who decided to make the "Dark One's touch upon the world" and "bubbles of evil" a thing way back in book four. Well excuse me for being the savior of all humankind. You would think the change in author would have put a stop to that flaming idiocy. Don't you think? I mean, blood and ashes, the clouds part wherever you go, the plants beneath your feet grow again, and you're even wearing peasant's clothing!Ĭan we stop with the "blood and ashes" and "mother's milk in a cup" already, Perrin? Nobody thinks that counts as fucking swearing. Quit trying to smell me and spit it out, wolf boy. It's certainly nice to kick some ass again. You're talking to the guy who spent four consecutive books smelling emotions and shopping for barley. Well, you two have to at least admit that Towers of Midnight is the most action-packed book in the whole series. The architecture of the room, indeed of reality itself, seems to bend and warp to center on the three young men, RAND, MAT, and PERRIN, sitting at the bar.) (The Ta'veren Tavern, a passably nice watering hole with very few patrons. You're talking to the guy who spent four consecutive books s The Ta'veren Tavern The architecture of the room, indeed of reality itself, seems to bend and warp to center on the three young men, RAND, MAT, and PERRIN, sitting at the bar.) RAND Well, you two have to at least admit that Towers of Midnight is the most action-packed book in the whole series. The Ta'veren Tavern A one-act play by Zach (The Ta'veren Tavern, a passably nice watering hole with very few patrons. The end draws near.ĭovie’andi se tovya sagain. This penultimate novel of Robert Jordan’s #1 New York Times bestselling series-the second of three based on materials he left behind when he died in 2007-brings dramatic and compelling developments to many threads in the Pattern. The Tower of Ghenjei awaits, and its secrets will reveal the fate of a friend long lost. The time is coming when he will again have to dance with the Snakes and the Foxes, playing a game that cannot be won. He had hoped that his last confrontation with them would be the end of it, but the Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills. 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. Meanwhile, Matrim Cauthon prepares for the most difficult challenge of his life.
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 All the while, an unseen foe is slowly pulling a noose tight around his neck. Perrin Aybara is now hunted by specters from his past: Whitecloaks, a slayer of wolves, and the responsibilities of leadership. The sun has begun to set upon the Third Age. The Pattern itself is unraveling, and the armies of the Shadow have begun to boil out of the Blight. The seals on the Dark One’s prison are crumbling.