A Crown of Swords (Wheel of Time Series #7) [NOOK Book]

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The eagerly awaited sequel to Lord of Chaos, The New York Times bestseller that swept the nation like a firestorm.

In this volume, Elayne, Aviendha, and Mat come ever closer to the bowl ter'angreal that may reverse the world's endless heat wave and restore natural weather. Egwene begins to gather all manner of women who can channel--Sea Folk, Windfinders, Wise Ones, and some surprising others. And above all, Rand faces the dread Forsaken Sammael, in the shadows of Shadar Logoth,...

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The eagerly awaited sequel to Lord of Chaos, The New York Times bestseller that swept the nation like a firestorm.

In this volume, Elayne, Aviendha, and Mat come ever closer to the bowl ter'angreal that may reverse the world's endless heat wave and restore natural weather. Egwene begins to gather all manner of women who can channel--Sea Folk, Windfinders, Wise Ones, and some surprising others. And above all, Rand faces the dread Forsaken Sammael, in the shadows of Shadar Logoth, where the blood-hungry mist, Mashadar, waits for prey.

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Editorial Reviews

VOYA - John O. Christensen
The saga of the Dragon Reborn continues. In the Wheel of Time series, author Jordan has created a complex fantasy world rivaling that of Tolkien and other great masters. Rand, after a brief captivity among rebel Aes Sendai, continues his drive, with his army of Aiel warriors, to gather strength around him for the ultimate meeting with the Dark One. Egwene, the new rival Amyrlin, marches toward Tar Valon with an army to unseat Elaida. The Forsaken are abroad in the land; the taint of evil increases as the bonds on the Dark One weaken. Jordan has been accused of being wordy, but the scope of this epic is vast and detailed. His greatest strength is in his characters, who continue to develop and mature as the series continues. This volume, the seventh in the series, is as well written as the others and sets the stage for the next. It is almost a necessity to read the books in order. For lovers of fantasy, the journey is well worth it. VOYA Codes: 5Q 4P M J S (Hard to imagine it being any better written, Broad general YA appeal, Middle School-defined as grades 6 to 8, Junior High-defined as grades 7 to 9 and Senior High-defined as grades 10 to 12).
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Book Three of the Wheel of Time series finds the wheel of time continuing its journey toward the confrontation of Rand Al Thor, the dragon reborn, and the Dark One. Kate Reading is narrator for one strand of the story; Michael Kramer, for the others. Reading and Kramer are familiar to the series and bring back their distinct and nuanced characterizations of the major characters. The plot and characters are complex, but the book is still able to stand alone. In the hands of these two versatile narrators the audiobook is a good choice, accessible and never dull.

The solid performances of Kate Reading and Michael Kramer add a new dimension to the story, especially in the way these veteran narrators breathe life into the inner thoughts of the many major players.

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In the seventh volume of Jordan's preeminent high fantasy saga, intrigue and counter-intrigue continue to roil ... This latest installment of a major fantasy epic definitely will not disappoint its fans.
The New York Times

Jordan has come to dominate the world Tolkien began to reveal.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781429960571
  • Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
  • Publication date: 4/20/2010
  • Series: Wheel of Time Series, #7
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 688
  • Sales rank: 10,503
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

Robert  Jordan

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.


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.
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    1. Also Known As:
      James Oliver Rigney Jr. (real name)
    1. Date of Birth:
      October 17, 1948
    2. Place of Birth:
      Charleston, South Carolina
    1. Date of Death:
      September 16, 2007
    2. Place of Death:
      Charleston, South Carolina

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A Crown of Swords


By Robert Jordan

Tom Doherty Associates

Copyright © 1996 The Bandersnatch Group, Inc.
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4299-6057-1



CHAPTER 1

High Chasaline


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 Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose in the great forest called Braem Wood. 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.

North and east the wind blew as the searing sun rose higher in a cloudless sky, north and east through parched trees with brown leaves and bare branches, through scattered villages where the air shimmered from the heat. The wind brought no relief, no hint of rain, much less snow. North and east it blew, past an ancient arch of finely worked stone that some said had been a gateway to a great city and others a monument to some long forgotten battle. Only weathered, illegible remnants of carving remained on the massive stones, mutely recalling the lost glories of storied Coremanda. A few wagons trundled by in sight of the arch, along the Tar Valon Road, and folk afoot shielded their eyes from dust raised by hooves and wagon wheels and driven by the wind. Most had no idea where they were going, only that the world seemed to turn somersaults, all order ending where it was not gone already. Fear drove some on, while others were drawn by something they could not quite see and did not understand, and most of them were afraid, too.

Onward the wind traveled, across the gray-green River Erinin, heeling ships that still carried trade north and south, for there had to be trade even in these days, though none could be sure where it was safe to trade. East of the river, the forests began to thin, giving way eventually to low rolling hills covered in brown, tinder-dry grass and dotted sparsely with small clumps of trees. Atop one of those hills stood a circle of wagons, many with the canvas scorched or else completely burned away from the iron hoops. On a makeshift flagstaff, trimmed from a young tree dead in the drought and lashed to a bare wagon hoop for more height, waved a crimson banner, a black-and-white disc in its heart. The Banner of Light, some called it, or al'Thor's Banner. Others had darker names, and shivered as they spoke them in whispers. The wind shook the banner hard and was gone quickly, as if glad to be away.

Perrin Aybara sat on the ground with his broad back against a wagon wheel, wishing the wind lingered. It had been cooler for a moment. And the wind from the south had cleared the scent of death from his nostrils, a scent that reminded him where he was supposed to be, the last place he wanted to be. Much better here, inside the wagon circle, his back to the north, where he could forget after a fashion. The surviving wagons had been hauled up to the hilltop yesterday, in the afternoon, once men could find strength to do more than thank the Light they still breathed. Now the sun climbed again, and the heat with it.

Irritably, he scratched at his short curly beard; the more he sweated, the more it itched. Sweat rolled down the face of every man he could see except the Aiel, and water lay nearly a mile away to the north now. But so did the horrors, and the smells. Most considered it a fair trade. He should have been doing his duty, yet the touch of guilt did not move him. Today was High Chasaline, and back home in the Two Rivers there would be feasting all day and dancing all night; the Day of Reflection, when you were supposed to remember all the good things in your life and anyone who voiced a complaint could find a bucket of water upended over his head to wash away bad luck. Not something anybody wanted when the weather was cold, as it should be; a bucket of water would be a pleasure now. For a man lucky to be alive, he found it remarkably hard to pull up any good thoughts. He had learned things about himself yesterday. Or maybe it had been this morning, after it was all done.

He could sense a few of the wolves still, a handful of those that survived and were now on their way elsewhere, far from here, far from men. The wolves were still the talk of the camp, uneasy speculation over where they had appeared from and why. A few believed Rand had called them. Most thought the Aes Sedai had. The Aes Sedai did not say what they thought. No blame came from the wolves—what had happened, had happened—but he could not match their fatalism. They had come because he called them. Shoulders wide enough to make him seem shorter than he was slumped under the weight of responsibility. Now and then he heard other wolves, that had not come, speak with scorn to those that had: This was what came of mixing with the two-legs. Nothing else could be expected.

It was a strain to keep his thoughts to himself. He wanted to be home, in the Two Rivers. Small chance of that, perhaps ever again. He wanted to howl that the scornful ones were right. He wanted to be with his wife anywhere at all, and everything the way it was before. The chances of which seemed little better, maybe worse. Far more than the yearning for home, more even than the wolves, worry about Faile ate inside him like a ferret trying to burrow out of his middle. She had actually seemed glad to see him leave Cairhien. What was he to do about her? He could not think of words to describe how much he loved his wife, and needed her, but she was jealous where she had no cause, hurt where he had done nothing, angry where he could not see why. He must do something, but what? The answer eluded him. Careful thought was all he had, while Faile was flashing quicksilver.

"The Aiel should put some clothes on them," Aram muttered primly, scowling at the ground. He squatted nearby, patiently holding the reins of a rangy gray gelding; he seldom went far from Perrin. The sword strapped to his back jarred with his green-striped Tinker coat, hanging undone for the heat. A rolled kerchief tied around his forehead kept sweat from his eyes. Once Perrin had thought him almost too good-looking for a man. A bleak darkness had settled in him, though, and now he wore a scowl as often as not. "It isn't decent, Lord Perrin."

Perrin put aside thoughts of Faile reluctantly. With time, he could puzzle it out. He had to. Somehow. "It is their way, Aram."

Aram grimaced as if he might spit. "Well, it isn't a decent way. It keeps them under control, I suppose—nobody would run far or make trouble like that—but it isn't decent."

There were Aiel all over the place, of course. Tall, aloof men in grays and browns and greens, their only bit of color the scarlet strip of cloth tied around their temples, with the black-and-white disc on their foreheads. Siswai'aman, they called themselves. Sometimes that word tickled the edge of his memory, like a word he should know. Ask one of the Aielmen, and he looked as if you had babbled nonsense. But then, they ignored the strips of cloth, too. No Maiden of the Spear wore the scarlet headband. Whether white-haired or looking barely old enough to leave her mother, every Maiden stalked about giving the siswai'aman challenging stares that seemed somehow self-satisfied, while the men looked back flat-eyed, with a smell almost of hunger, a matter of jealousy by the scent of all of them, though over what Perrin could not begin to imagine. Whatever it was, it was not new, and it did not seem likely to come to blows. A few of the Wise Ones were inside the wagons as well, in bulky skirts and white blouses, wearing their dark shawls in defiance of the heat, glittering bracelets and necklaces of gold and ivory making up for the plainness of the rest of their clothes. Some appeared amused by the Maidens and the siswai'aman, and others exasperated. All of them—Wise Ones, Maidens and siswai'aman—ignored the Shaido the way Perrin would have a stool or a rug.

The Aiel had taken two hundred or so Shaido prisoners yesterday, men and Maidens—not many, considering the numbers involved—and they moved about freely. In a manner of speaking. Perrin would have been a lot more comfortable had they been guarded. And clothed. Instead, they fetched water and ran errands, naked as the day they were born. With other Aiel, they were meek as mice. Anyone else received a proudly defiant stare for noticing them. Perrin was not the only one who tried not to notice them, and Aram not the only one to mutter. A good many of the Two Rivers men in camp did one or both. A good many of the Cairhienin nearly had apoplexy whenever they saw one of the Shaido. The Mayeners just shook their heads as though it were all a joke. And ogled the women. They had as little shame as the Aiel, the Mayeners.

"Gaul explained it to me, Aram. You know what a gai'shain is, don't you? About ji'e'toh and serving a year and a day and all that?" The other man nodded, which was a good thing. Perrin did not know much himself. Gaul's explanations of Aiel ways often left him more confused. Gaul always thought it all self-evident. "Well, gai'shain aren't allowed to wear anything one of the algai'd'siswai might wear—that means 'spear fighters,'" he added at Aram's questioning frown. Suddenly he realized he was looking straight at one of the Shaido as she trotted in his general direction, a tall young woman, golden-haired and pretty despite a long thin scar down her cheek and other scars elsewhere. Very pretty and very naked. Clearing his throat roughly, he pulled his eyes away. He could feel his face heating. "Anyway, that is why they are ... the way they are. Gai'shain wear white robes, and they don't have any here. It's just their way." Burn Gaul and burn his explanations, he thought. They could cover them with something!

"Perrin Goldeneyes," said a woman's voice, "Carahuin sends to know whether you wish water." Aram's face went purple, and he jerked himself around in his squat, presenting his back to her.

"No, thank you." Perrin did not need to look up to know it was the golden-haired Shaido woman. He kept peering off at nothing in another direction. Aiel had a peculiar sense of humor, and Maidens of the Spear—Carahuin was a Maiden—had the most peculiar. They had quickly seen how the wetlanders reacted to the Shaido—they would have needed to be blind not to—and suddenly gai'shain were being sent to wetlanders left and right, and Aiel all but rolling on the ground at the blushes and stammers and even the shouting. He was sure that Carahuin and her friends were watching now. This was at least the tenth time one of the gai'shain women had been sent to ask him whether he wanted water or had a spare whetstone or some such bloody fool thing.

Abruptly a thought struck him. The Mayeners were seldom bothered this way. A handful of Cairhienin plainly enjoyed looking, if not so openly as the Mayeners, and some of the older Two Rivers men, who should have known better. The point was, none of them had had a second spurious message that he knew of. Those who reacted the most, on the other hand. ... Cairhienin, who had shouted the loudest about indecency, and two or three of the younger Two Rivers men, who stammered and blushed so hard they looked ready to melt, had been pestered until they fled the wagons entirely. ...

With an effort Perrin looked up at the gai'shain's face. At her eyes. Focus on her eyes, he thought frantically. They were green, and large, and not at all meek. Her scent was pure fury. "Thank Carahuin for me, and tell her you could oil my spare saddle, if she doesn't mind. And I don't have a clean shirt. If she wouldn't mind you doing some laundry?"

"She will not mind," the woman said in a tight voice, then turned and trotted off.

Perrin whipped his eyes away, though the image did stay in his head. Light, Aram was right! But with luck, he might just have stopped any more visitations. He would have to point this out to Aram, and the Two Rivers men. Maybe the Cairhienin would listen too.

"What are we going to do about them, Lord Perrin?" Still looking away, Aram no longer spoke of gai'shain.

"That is Rand's to decide," Perrin said slowly, satisfaction fading. It might be odd to think of people wandering about naked as a small problem, but this was definitely a bigger. And one he had been avoiding as hard as he had what lay to the north.

On the far side of the wagon circle, nearly two dozen women sat on the ground. All well-dressed for travel, many wore silk, most with light linen dustcloaks, but not a bead of sweat showed on any face. Three appeared young enough that he might have asked them for a dance before he married Faile.

If they weren't Aes Sedai, anyway, he thought wryly. Once he had danced with an Aes Sedai, and nearly swallowed his tongue when he realized who he swung about. And she had been a friend, if that word applied to Aes Sedai. How new does an Aes Sedai have to be for me to put an age to her? The others looked ageless, of course; maybe in their twenties, maybe their forties, changing from one glance to the next, always uncertain. That was what their faces said, though several showed gray in their hair. You just could not tell with Aes Sedai. About anything.

"At least those are no danger anymore," Aram said, jerking his head toward three of the sisters a little apart from the rest.

One wept, face on her knees; the other two stared haggardly at nothing, one of them plucking aimlessly at her skirt. They had been much the same since yesterday; at least none was screaming any longer. If Perrin had the straight of it, which he was not sure he did, they had been stilled somehow when Rand broke free. They would never channel the One Power again. To Aes Sedai, it was probably better to be dead.

He would have expected the other Aes Sedai to comfort them, care for them somehow, but most ignored the three entirely, although a little too studied in looking anywhere and everywhere else. For that matter, the stilled Aes Sedai refused to acknowledge the rest, either. In the beginning, at least, a few of the other sisters had approached, each by herself, calm to the eye yet smelling sharply of aversion and reluctance, but they got nothing for their pains, not word or glance. None had gone near this morning.

Perrin shook his head. The Aes Sedai seemed to do a lot of ignoring of what they did not want to admit. For instance, the black-coated men standing over them. There was an Asha'man for each sister, even the three who had been stilled, and they never seemed to blink. For their part, the Aes Sedai looked past the Asha'man, or through them; they might as well not have existed.

It was quite a trick. He could not make himself disregard the Asha'man, and he was not under their guard. They ranged from fuzz-cheeked boys to gray-haired, balding gansers, and it was not their grim, high-collared black coats or the sword each wore at his hip that made them dangerous. Every Asha'man could channel, and somehow they were keeping the Aes Sedai from channeling. Men who could wield the One Power, a thing of nightmares. Rand could, of course, but he was Rand, and the Dragon Reborn besides. These fellows made Perrin's hackles rise.

The captive Aes Sedai's surviving Warders sat some distance off, under their own guard. Thirty or so of Lord Dobraine's armsmen in bell-shaped Cairhienin helmets and as many Mayener Winged Guards in red breastplates, each sharp-eyed as if guarding leopards. A good attitude, under the circumstances. More Warders than there were Aes Sedai; a number of the prisoners were Green Ajah, apparently. More guards than Warders, a good many more, and maybe few enough at that.

"The Light send we don't see any more grief from that lot," Perrin muttered. Twice during the night the Warders had tried to break free. In truth, those outbreaks had been suppressed more by the Asha'man than by the Cairhienin or Mayeners, and they had not been gentle. None of the Warders had been killed, but at least a dozen nursed broken bones none of the sisters had yet been allowed to Heal.

"If the Lord Dragon cannot make the decision," Aram said quietly, "maybe it should be made by somebody else. To protect him."


(Continues...)

Excerpted from A Crown of Swords by Robert Jordan. Copyright © 1996 The Bandersnatch Group, Inc.. Excerpted by permission of Tom Doherty Associates.
All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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Table of Contents

Contents

MAPS,
PROLOGUE: Lightnings,
1 High Chasaline,
2 The Butcher's Yard,
3 Hill of the Golden Dawn,
4 Into Cairhien,
5 A Broken Crown,
6 Old Fear, and New Fear,
7 Pitfalls and Tripwires,
8 The Figurehead,
9 A Pair of Silverpike,
10 Unseen Eyes,
11 An Oath,
12 A Morning of Victory,
13 The Bowl of the Winds,
14 White Plumes,
15 Insects,
16 A Touch on the Cheek,
17 The Triumph of Logic,
18 As the Plow Breaks the Earth,
19 Diamonds and Stars,
20 Patterns Within Patterns,
21 Swovan Night,
22 Small Sacrifices,
23 Next Door to a Weaver,
24 The Kin,
25 Mindtrap,
26 The Irrevocable Words,
27 To Be Alone,
28 Bread and Cheese,
29 The Festival of Birds,
30 The First Cup,
31 Mashiara,
32 Sealed to the Flame,
33 A Bath,
34 Ta'veren,
35 Into the Woods,
36 Blades,
37 A Note from the Palace,
38 Six Stories,
39 Promises to Keep,
40 Spears,
41 A Crown of Swords,
GLOSSARY,

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 26, 2001

    A Fantastic Book! ( advise you skip this review if you haven't read the book)

    This was a great book. In the previous books, Jordan touched lightly on the relationship between Lan and Nynaeve. Finally, they have gotten married. I was also curious as to how things would fall out between Min and Rand and also Elayne and Avendia. This book reaches deeper into topics it had touched only lightly before. I have heard many complain that the time between the books is too long and I do agree, but I do ask one question. Can a man right a 900 page book, get it revised over and over again and get it all published in less than a year like everyone wants? Just a small question. :-)

    7 out of 9 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 5, 2011

    Broken Wheel of Time...

    This series has lost its shine and the plot veer too much into unnecessary side tracks, smoothing of skirts and inconsequential story about the yapping of the Aes Sedai or the Wise Ones. The entirety of the book could have been compressed into 2-3 chapters. The ending seems to be an after-thought (trust me, it's an anti-climate how Sammauel is taken care of) and yet again, the 3 female characters are a constant annoyance. I'm reading it to completion yet to see how Brandon completes the "plot". Sigh...

    3 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 24, 2013

    Cant put it down-just like the rest of the series.

    This whole series has got to be my all time favorite. I Read what books were available when i was a teenager. Now near 50 Reading them a second and third time was as entertaining as first and wont be the last time i revisit tjis fantasy.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 21, 2012

    Sucked in. More like Suckered.

    The series started out incredible until now. This book is the most over worded piece of garbage i've read in a long time. Its obvious that jordan had to fulfill a 12 book series so he had to stick as many words as possible to attain that. This book could have been awesome if he had cut it down to 6-700 pages. Thats how overworded this story is. And the next one is reading the same so far. I'm rather upset at this point and am questioning finishing the series. If i read nynaeve pull her braid one more time the only One Power is going to be my hand pushing the lever to flush this thing down the John.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 19, 2011

    Awesome

    if you read the first 6 how can you not read 7?

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 4, 2005

    you just want more

    This book provides more winding, interlinking plots. The characters become more real to the reader and this coupled with the 'big ending' make this another fabulous book in the Wheel Of Time series leaving you begging for the next one. Finishing this series will leave a void in your life you cannot replace...ever

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 11, 2004

    The Best One

    Book 7 of the Wheel of Time does not disappoint fans. It holds you in its grasp throughout the whole book. It makes you want to keep reading to find out what happens between Rand and Sammael...A GREAT READ!!!!!, looking forward to the next one!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 27, 2000

    The Storm is Coming

    As good as any other title of the series. To those of you who think nothing happened in this book, I say, re-read it! True, none of the major plots were wrapped up or even brought any closer to conclusion, but there were some interesting developments and some new questions were posed. But, is the plot all this series is about? No! It's also about the characters and the setting. There was some genuine fun to be had in this book as Mat was made to squirm for Queen Tylin and it was sad (and kind of frightening) to see the changes Rand went through in this book. One truly begins to wonder if the madness has seized the Dragon Reborn. If one thing detracted from this book, it had, what I believe to be, a rather abrupt ending. Still, I look forward to reading 'The Path of Daggers,' and seeing what new things happen in the lives of our heroes and what new things may happen in the plot.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 27, 1999

    Can't get enough

    'Even though the books seem quite long they are for the most part fast reading and have me following the story very closely practically living it'

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted March 2, 2014

    Well written book

    A great story, Well written.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 27, 2013

    Freerunner19

    Sup E.P?-FR

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 15, 2013

    Bearowner20

    Awekward!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 30, 2013

    UNGARD


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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 15, 2013

    F

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 23, 2012

    Highly recommended

    A great continuation in the wheel of Time series!

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  • Posted June 21, 2011

    more from this reviewer

    Really Recommend This Book

    I really loved this book and would totally recommend it to anyone!

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  • Posted November 19, 2010

    wow

    the plot thickens as mutiple protagonists fight for their lives just to stay afloat.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 30, 2003

    Another Great Hit!

    THE BEST YET! IT HOLDS YOU IN SUSPENSE WHILE YOU WAIT FOR THE FIGHT BETWEEN RAND AND SAMMAEL. THOUGH IT ALSO SLOWS UP HERE, WE HAVE TO REALIZE IT IS AN EPIC, AND THAT IT IS GOING TO TAKE TIME TO REACH THE LAST BATTLE.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 4, 2003

    Deepening the rift amongst the Chosen

    Obviously a must read for WoT fans. A Crown of Swords deepens the rift forming amongst the Chosen (aka Forsaken), specifically Sammael's and Moghedien's ability (or lack thereof) to follow orders and spread Chaos throughout Randland. While the ending is a little blurry and somewhat anti-climactic, readers may be surprised at who turns out to lend the Dragon Reborn a helping hand.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 7, 2003

    Best one yet

    While the beginning is an extansion of the last books ending, the rest of the book goes by real fast. Lots of things happen in this book, Rand finally goes on the offenseive. Finally we get to see more of Min, a character that is a lot more interesting then some of the other main characters.

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