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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. Dovie'andi se tovya sagain. It's time to toss the dice. Quit Your Job. Travel the World. Enjoy Life. Ng — Bond Desk. A Song of Ice and Fire: No one knows crime like Kray.

The most gripping first chapter you will ever read! The sun has begun to set upon the Third Age.

Dovie'andi se tovya sagain. It's time to toss the dice. Fantasy Fiction. Publication Details Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates Imprint: Tor Books Publication Date: Wheel of Time.

More about Brandon Sanderson. More about Robert Jordan. Towers of Midnight Embed. Media Towers of Midnight. Will you tell me I cannot? Either of them will take you. You will ride all the way to the Seven Towers without supplies? The Blight creeps farther and farther south. Nothing grows, even in once-fertile lands. Game is scarce. He reined Mandarb in. I've spent years cursing myself for not serving you better. I swore that I would stand with you someday. May I wear the hadori and fight at your side, al'Lan Mandragoran?

My King? Nynaeve, when next I see you,,, But he would not see her again. He tried not to dwell upon that. He had made an oath. Aes Sedai wiggled around their promises, but did that give him the same right?

A man was his honor. He could not deny Bulen. You tell nobody who I am. And yes, you may join me. And the one became two.

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Perrin slammed his hammer against the red-hot length of iron. Sparks sprayed into the air like incandescent insects. Sweat beaded on his face. Some people found the clang of metal against metal grating.

Not Perrin. That sound was soothing. He raised the hammer and slammed it down. Flying chips of light that bounced off his leather vest and his apron. With each strike, the walls of the room-sturdy leatherleaf wood-fuzzed, responding to the beats of metal on metal. He was dreaming, though he wasn't in the wolf dream.

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He knew this, though he didn't know how he knew. The windows were dark; the only light was that of the deep red fire burning on his right. Two bars of iron simmered in the coals, waiting their turn at the forge. Perrin slammed the hammer down again.

This was peace. This was home. He was making something important. So very important. It was a piece of something larger. The first step to creating something was to figure out its parts. Master Luhhan had taught Perrin that on his first day at the forge. You couldn't make a spade without understanding how the handle fit to the blade. You couldn't make a hinge without knowing how the two leaves moved with the pin.

You couldn't even make a nail without knowing its parts: Understand the pieces, Perrin. A wolf lay in the corner of the room. It was large and grizzled, fur the color of a pale gray river stone, and scarred from a lifetime of battles and hunts. The wolf laid its head on its paws, watching Perrin. That was natural.

Of course there was a wolf in the corner. Why wouldn't there be? It was Hopper.

Perrin worked, enjoying the deep, burning heat of the forge, the feel of the sweat trailing down his arms, the scent of the fire. He shaped the length of iron, one blow for every second beat of his heart. The metal never grew cool, but instead retained its malleable red-yellow. What am I making? Perrin picked up the length of glowing iron with his tongs.

The air warped around it. Pound, pound, pound, Hopper sent, communicating in images and scents. Like a pup jumping at butterflies. Hopper didn't see the point of reshaping metal, and found it amusing that men did such things. To a wolf, a thing was what it was. Why go through so much effort to change it into something else? Perrin set the length of iron aside.

It cooled immediately, fading from yellow, to orange, to crimson, to a dull black. Perrin had pounded it into a misshapen nugget, perhaps the size of two fists. Master Luhhan would be ashamed to see such shoddy work. Perrin needed to discover what he was making soon, before his master returned. That was wrong. The dream shook, and the walls grew misty. I'm not an apprentice. Perrin raised a thick-gloved hand to his head. I'm not in the Two Rivers any longer.

I'm a man, a married man. Perrin grabbed the lump of unshaped iron with his tongs, thrusting it down on the anvil. It flared to life with heat. Everything is still wrong. Perrin smashed his hammer down.


It should all be better now! But it isn't. It seems worse somehow. He continued pounding. He hated those rumors that the men in camp whispered about him. Perrin had been sick and Berelain had cared for him. That was the end of it. But still those whispers continued.

He slammed his hammer down over and over. Sparks flew in the air like splashes of water, far too many to come from one length of iron.

He gave one final strike, then breathed in and out. The lump hadn't changed.

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Perrin growled and grabbed the tongs, setting the lump aside and taking a fresh bar from the coals. He had to finish this piece. It was so important. But what was he making? He started pounding. I need to spend time with Faile, to figure things out, remove the awkwardness between us. But there's no time! Those Light-blinded fools around him couldn't take care of themselves. Nobody in the Two Rivers ever needed a lord before.

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