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Knife of Dreams

78.6% complete
2005
315,163
2012
2 times
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Prologue - Embers Falling on Dry Grass
1 - When Last Sounds
2 - The Dark One's Touch
3 - At the Gardens
4 - A Deal
5 - Something ... Strange
6 - A Stave and a Razor
7 - A Cold Medallion
8 - Dragons' Eggs
9 - A Short Path
10 - A Village in Shiota
11 - A Hell in Maderin
12 - A Manufactory
13 - Siege
14 - Wet Things
15 - A Different Skill
16 - The New Follower
17 - A Bronze Bear
18 - News for the Dragon
19 - Vows
20 - The Golden Crane
21 - Within the Stone
22 - To Make an Anchor Weep
23 - Call to a Sitting
24 - Honey in the Tea
25 - Attending Elaida
26 - As If the World Were Fog
27 - A Plain Wooden Box
28 - In Malden
29 - The Last Knot
30 - Outside the Gates
31 - The House on Full Moon Street
32 - To Keep the Bargain
33 - Nine Out of Ten
34 - A Cup of Kaf
35 - The Importance of Dyelin
36 - Under an Oak
37 - Prince of the Ravens
Epilogue - Remember the Old Saying
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Copyright © 2005 by The Bandersnatch Group, Inc.
In memory of Charles St. George Sinkler Adams July 6, 1976–April 13, 2005
The sun, climbing toward midmorning, stretched Galad’s shadow and those of his three armored companions ahead of them as they trotted their mounts down the road that ran straight through the forest, dense with oak and leatherleaf, pine and sourgum, most showing the red of spring growth.
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The laughter made the hair on the back of her neck try to stand.
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Uneasy, Loial watched Nynaeve glide off down the lamp-lit corridor in one direction and Verin in the other. Neither was much taller than his waist, but they were Aes Sedai. The fact knotted his tongue sufficiently that by the time he had worked up his nerve to ask one of them to accompany him, both were out of sight around sharp corners. The manor house was a rambling place, added to over many years with no real overall plan that he could discern, and hallways frequently met at odd angles. He really wished he had an Aes Sedai for company when he faced his mother. Even Cadsuane, although she made him very nervous with how she was always pinching at Rand. Sooner or later, Rand was going to explode. He was not the same man Loial first met in Caemlyn, or even the man he had left in Cairhien. The mood around Rand was dark and stony now, a dense patch of lion’s claw and treacherous ground underfoot. The whole house felt that way with Rand in it.

A lean, gray-haired serving woman carrying a basket of folded towels gave a start, then shook her head and muttered something under her breath before offering him a brief curtsy and walking on. She made a small sidestep as though she was moving around something. Or someone. He stared at the spot and scratched behind his ear. Maybe he could only see Ogier dead. Not that he actually wanted to. It was sad enough just knowing that human dead could no longer rest. Having the same confirmed for Ogier would be enough to break his heart. Most likely they would appear only inside stedding, in any case. He would very much like to see a town vanish, though. Not a real town, but a town that was as dead as those spirits the humans claimed to see. You might be able to walk its streets before it melted and see what people were like before the War of the Hundred Years, or even the Trolloc Wars. So Verin said, and she seemed to know a very great deal about it. That would certainly be worth a mention in his book. It was going to be a fine book. Scratching his beard with two fingers - the thing itched! - he sighed. It would have been a fine book.

Standing there in the corridor was only putting off the inevitable. Put off clearing the brush and you always find chokevine in it, so the old saying went. Only he felt as though the chokevine was tight around him instead of a tree. Breathing hard, he followed the serving woman all the way to the wide stairs that led up to the Ogier rooms. The staircase had two sturdy bannisters, shoulder-high on the gray-haired woman and stout enough to give a decent handhold. He was often afraid just to brush against stair rails made for humans for fear he might break them. One ran down the middle, with the steps along the wood-paneled wall pitched for human feet, those on the outside for Ogier.

The woman was old as humans counted years, yet she climbed more quickly than he and was scurrying down the corridor by the time he reached the top. Doubtless she was taking the towels to his mother’s room, and to Elder Haman’s and Erith’s. Surely they would prefer to get dry before talking. He would suggest that. It would gain him time to think. His thoughts seemed as sluggish as his feet, and his feet felt like millstones.

There were six bedrooms built for Ogier along the corridor, which itself was properly scaled for them - his upstretched hands would have come a pace short of touching the ceiling beams - along with a storeroom, a bathing room with a large copper tub, and the sitting room. This was the oldest part of the house, dating back nearly five hundred years. A lifetime for a very old Ogier, but many lifetimes for humans. They lived such brief lives, except for Aes Sedai; that had to be why they flitted about like hummingbirds. But even Aes Sedai could be nearly as precipitous as the rest. That was a puzzlement.

 

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Last Updated: 03-Oct-2022

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 26-Dec-2004
Macmillan Audio
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26-Dec-2004
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$41.99
Length:
32 hrs 19 min (829 pages)
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Once
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1)   19 Aug 2022 - 25 Aug 2022
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Internal ID:
1937
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Unknown
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United States
Language:
English
Credits:
Michael Kramer  - Narration
Kate Reading  - Narration
From audible.com:

The dead are walking, men die impossible deaths, and it seems as though reality itself has become unstable: All are signs of the imminence of Tarmon Gai'don, the Last Battle, when Rand al'Thor, the Dragon Reborn, must confront the Dark One as humanity's only hope. But Rand dares not fight until he possesses all the surviving seals on the Dark One's prison and has dealt with the Seanchan, who threaten to overrun all nations this side of the Aryth Ocean and increasingly seem too entrenched to be fought off. But his attempt to make a truce with the Seanchan is shadowed by treachery that may cost him everything. Whatever the price, though, he must have that truce. And he faces other dangers.
The winds of time have become a storm, and things that everyone believes are fixed in place forever are changing before their eyes. Even the White Tower itself is no longer a place of safety. Now Rand, Perrin and Mat, Egwene and Elayne, Nynaeve and Lan, and even Loial, must ride those storm winds, or the Dark One will triumph.
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 24-Aug-2010
Tor Books
Kindle e-Book
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Date Issued:
24-Aug-2010
Format:
Kindle e-Book
Cover Price:
$9.99
Pages*:
829
Read:
Once
Reading(s):
1)   6 Jun 2012 - 6 Jun 2012
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Internal ID:
1692
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ISBN:
Unknown
ISBN-13:
978-1-429-96081-6
Country:
United States
Language:
English
Credits:
Jordan Komarck - Frontispiece
Ellisa Mitchell - Illustrator
Ellisa Mitchell - Map
Matthew C Nielsen - Illustrator
From amazon.com:

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. In the Third Age, an Age of Prophecy, the World and Time themselves hang in the balance. What was, what will be, and what is, may yet fall under the Shadow.

The dead are walking, men die impossible deaths, and it seems as though reality itself has become unstable: All are signs of the imminence of Tarmon Gai'don, the Last Battle, when Rand al'Thor, the Dragon Reborn, must confront the Dark One as humanity's only hope.

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. Among the Shaido, Faile works to free herself while hiding a secret that might give her her freedom or cause her destruction. And at a town called Malden, the Two Rivers longbow will be matched against Shaido spears.

Fleeing Ebou Dar through Seanchan-controlled Altara with the kidnapped Daughter of the Nine Moons, Mat attempts to court the woman to whom he is half-married, knowing that she will complete that ceremony eventually. But Tuon coolly leads him on a merry chase as he learns that even a gift can have deep significance among the Seanchan Blood and what he thinks he knows of women is not enough to save him.

In Caemlyn, Elayne fights to gain the Lion Throne while trying to avert what seems a certain civil war should she win the crown...

In the White Tower, Egwene struggles to undermine the sisters loyal to Elaida from within...

The winds of time have become a storm, and things that everyone believes are fixed in place forever are changing before their eyes. Even the White Tower itself is no longer a place of safety. Now Rand, Perrin and Mat, Egwene and Elayne, Nynaeve and Lan, and even Loial, must ride those storm winds, or the Dark One will triumph.
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Notes and Comments:
I read this just after finishing Crossroads of Twillight.

ISBN 978-1-4299-6081-6
First Edition: October 2005
First E-book Edition: August 2010

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Author(s)

Robert Jordan  
Birth: 17 Oct 1948 Charleston, South Carolina, USA
Death: 16 Sep 2007 Charleston, South Carolina, USA

Notes:
From About the Author in The Eye of the World:

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 was 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 also wrote dance and theater criticism. He enjoyed the outdoor sports of hunting, fishing, and sailing, and the indoor sports of poker, chess, pool, and pipe collecting. He began writing in 1977 and continued until his death on September 16, 2007.

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