Knife of Dreams The Wheel of Time nbspEmbers Falling on Dry Grass The sun climbing toward midmorning stretched Galadrsquos shadow and those of his. KNIFE OF DREAMS By Robert Jordan BOOK 11 OF THE WHEEL OF TIME v page numbers removed joined remainder of broken line. Knife of Dreams book. Read reviews from the world's largest community for readers. The dead are walking, men die impossible deaths, and it seems as.
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Now in development for TV! The Wheel of Time turns and Ages come and go, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth returns again. What was, what will be, and what is, may yet fall under the Shadow. Unbeknownst to Rand, Perrin has made his own truce with the Seanchan. It is a deal made with the Dark One, in his eyes, but he will do whatever is needed to rescue his wife, Faile, and destroy the Shaido who captured her.
It was published by Tor Books in the U. Upon its release, it immediately rose to the 1 position on the New York Times hardcover fiction bestseller list , making it the fourth consecutive Wheel of Time book to reach the 1 position on that list. Knife of Dreams is pages long, including a glossary.
It has a prologue, 37 chapters, and an epilogue. Part of the prologue was first made available in the paperback edition of New Spring released on June 13, ; upon the release of the full prologue as an eBook, this partial excerpt was made available online.
Additionally, a promotion at site. This volume of The Wheel of Time depicts several distinct plots. Unusual Trolloc attacks, the dead walking, ripples in the fabric of the world and other events seem to indicate that the Last Battle is drawing near; several characters using different evidence confidently state that Tarmon Gai'don is close at hand.
Mat travels into Altara , and Moiraine Damodred is located in the custody of the Aelfinn and Eelfinn. Attempting to escape Altara, Mat meets his supporter and comedic foil Talmanes, who has brought a large number of Mat's personal army the Band of the Red Hand , which contends against a Seanchan force sent to kill Tuon, using fireworks as artillery. After a series of debates, Tuon marries Mat, giving him the Seanchan title 'Prince of the Ravens' ostensibly to assure a marriage of convenience.
Rand arranges a meeting with the Daughter of the Nine Moons to negotiate a truce; but a large-scale battle against a horde of , Trollocs and Myrdraal ends almost disastrously, when Lews Therin Rand's alter-ego seizes control of saidin.
Thereafter Rand forges a truce with Lews Therin. The meeting with Tuon comes to a grisly end upon Rand and crew discovering Semirhage , disguised, in her place. In the ensuing battle, Semirhage is captured at the cost of Rand's own left hand, and reveals that the mental disorder that allows him to communicate with his past self, is almost universally fatal.
To overcome the large number of Shaido Wise Ones, they lace the Shaido water supply with Forkroot herbs, which impedes channeling the One Power. Rand's adoptive father Tam arrives with reinforcements from the Two Rivers.
In the course of the battle, Perrin's protege Aram dies while attempting to kill him. In the rescue of Faile, the Aiel Rolan is killed by Perrin, although he and other Aiel had helped Faile and her friends during captivity, unknown to Perrin.
Egwene is captive in the White Tower, but holds contact with the rebel Aes Sedai through Tel'aran'rhiod.
My business here is mine alone. He would have gone on alone, of course, yet their presence might keep him from being arrested and hanged out of hand. Not that he expected to survive in any case. What had to be done, had to be done, no matter the price. The inner balconies were empty except for a few servants who appeared to be watching while pretending to sweep.
The Hand of the Light always stood apart from the rest of the Children, a choice the rest of the Children approved. Gray-haired Asunawa, his sorrowful face making Byar look fully fleshed, was the only Child present not in armor, and his snowy cloak carried just the brilliant red crook, another way of standing apart.
But aside from marking who was present, Galad had eyes for only one man in the courtyard.
Asunawa might have been involved in some way—that remained unclear—yet only the Lord Captain Commander could call the High Inquisitor to account. Eamon Valda was not a large man, but his dark, hard face had the look of one who expected obedience as his due. As the very least he was due. Standing with his booted feet apart and his head high, command in every inch of him, he wore the white-and-gold tabard of the Lord Captain Commander over his gilded breast- and backplates, a silk tabard more richly embroidered than any Pedron Niall had worn.
His white cloak, the flaring sun large on either breast in thread-of-gold, was silk as well, and his gold-embroidered white coat. The helmet beneath his arm was gilded and worked with the flaring sun on the brow, and a heavy gold ring on his left hand, worn outside his steel-backed gauntlet, held a large yellow sapphire carved with the sunburst.
Another mark of favor received from the Seanchan. Valda frowned slightly as Galad and his companions dismounted and offered their salutes, arm across the chest.
Obsequious grooms came running to take their reins. Apparently it was best not to press their new masters too far. Distrust of the Children was always strong in the Seanchan.
Trom displayed none of the uncertainty that might have been expected from a man who had held his present rank barely a month. His eyes seemed dark hot coals in a brazier. In any case, Trial Beneath the Light has not been invoked for nearly four hundred years. His glare might as well have been open hatred. Flipping one side of his cloak over his shoulder to bare his ring-quilloned sword, he rested his hand on the long hilt and drew himself up. Always one for the grand gesture, Valda raised his voice so that even people inside probably heard him, and declaimed rather than merely spoke.
It will always stand, as written of old.
The Light grants justice because the Light is justice. Inform your man he may issue his challenge, Trom, and face the one he accuses sword-to-sword. If that one tries to refuse, I declare that he has acknowledged his guilt and order him hanged on the spot, his belongings and rank forfeit to his accuser as the law states.
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