The Great Hunt (Wheel of Time Series #2)

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After centuries of searching for the Horn of Valere which possesses the power to raise past heroes from the dead, it is finally found and then stolen.

The eagerly awaited sequel to the critically acclaimed and national bestseller The Eye of the World. The monumental task of retrieving the lost Horn of Valere--the legendary horn that will raise the dead heroes of the Ages--rests on the shoulders of Rand al'Thor. Rand begins the long journey of discovery--a journey ...

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After centuries of searching for the Horn of Valere which possesses the power to raise past heroes from the dead, it is finally found and then stolen.

The eagerly awaited sequel to the critically acclaimed and national bestseller The Eye of the World. The monumental task of retrieving the lost Horn of Valere--the legendary horn that will raise the dead heroes of the Ages--rests on the shoulders of Rand al'Thor. Rand begins the long journey of discovery--a journey that starts with The Great Hunt.

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Editorial Reviews

The New York Times Edward Rothstein

Jordan has come to dominate the world that Tolkien began to reveal.... The battle scenes have the breathless urgency of firsthand experience, and the ... evil laced into the forces of good, the dangers latent in any promised salvation, the sense of the unavoidable onslaught of unpredictable events bear the marks of American national experience during the last three decades.
author of The Unicorn Solution John Lee

Those who like fantasy can rejoice. This is the genuine article ... characters you can care about, a world you can believe in, hideous monsters, battles, magic, even love.... I only have one problem. How am I going to get by until the next volume comes out?

Rousing, slam-bang ... full of valiant skirmishes, great heroes, and close rescues. The real war is only beginning, but this one battle at least ends with the sort of grand finale worth re-reading a time or two.
The New York Times

Jordan has come to dominate the world Tolkien began to reveal.
Milwaukee Journal Sentinel

the series."
Chicago Sun-Times

The Wheel of Time is a fantasy tale seldom equaled and still less often surpassed in English.
Patriot News

Read by Kate Reading and Michael Kramer, who breathe life into this epic tale.
From the Publisher

Praise for Book One of The Wheel of Time:

"The Eye of the World is the best of its genre."--The Ottawa Citizen

"A powerful novel of wide and complex scope."--Locus

"This looks very like the next major fantasy epic. It has magic and pacing and detail and human involvement, with a certain subtlety of presentation and a grand central vision. Robert a lot of writer!"--Andre Norton

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780812517729
  • Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
  • Publication date: 10/1/1991
  • Series: Wheel of Time Series, #2
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 736
  • Sales rank: 189,387
  • Product dimensions: 4.22 (w) x 6.82 (h) x 1.59 (d)

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.

Kate Reading is the recipient of multiple AudioFile Earphones Awards and has been named by AudioFile magazine as a "Voice of the Century," as well as the Best Voice in Science Fiction & Fantasy in 2008 and 2009. Her audiobook credits include reading for such authors as Jane Austen, Robert Jordan, Edith Wharton, and Sophie Kinsella. She has performed at numerous theaters in Washington D.C. and received a Helen Hayes Award for her performance in Aunt Dan and Lemon.

Michael Kramer has narrated over 100 audiobooks for many bestselling authors. He read all of Robert Jordan's epic Wheel of Time fantasy-adventure series as well as Brandon Sanderson's The Stormlight Archive series. He received AudioFile magazine's Earphones Award for the Kent Family series by John Jakes and for Alan Fulsom's The Day After Tomorrow. Known for his "spot-on character portraits and accents, and his resonant, well-tempered voice" (AudioFile), his work includes recording books for the Library of Congress's Talking Books program for the blind and physically handicapped.

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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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The Great Hunt

Book Two of 'The Wheel of Time'
By Robert Jordan

Tor Fantasy

Copyright © 1991 Robert Jordan
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780812517729

The Great Hunt
Robert Jordan
The Flame of Tar Valon
The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass leaving memories that become legend, then fade to myth, and are long forgot when that Age 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 Mountains of Dhoom. 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.
Born among black, knife-edged peaks, where death roamed the high passes yet hid from things still more dangerous, the wind blew south across the tangled forest of the Great Blight, a forest tainted and twisted by the touch of the Dark One. The sickly sweet smell of corruption faded by the time the wind crossed that invisible line men called the border of Shienar, where spring flowers hung thick in the trees. It should have been summer by now, but spring had been late in coming, and the land had run wild to catch up. New-come pale green bristled on every bush, and red new growth tipped every tree branch. The wind rippled farmers' fields like verdant ponds, solid with crops that almost seemed to creep upward visibly.
The smell of death was all but gone long before the wind reached the stone-walled town of Fal Dara on its hills, and whipped around a tower of the fortress in the very center of the town, a tower atop which two men seemed to dance. Hard-walled and high, Fal Dara, both keep and town, never taken, never betrayed. The wind moaned across wood-shingled rooftops, around tall stone chimneys and taller towers, moaned like a dirge.
Stripped to the waist, Rand al'Thor shivered at the wind's cold caress, and his ringers flexed on the long hilt of the practice sword he held. The hot sun had slicked his chest, and his dark, reddish hair clung to his head in a sweat-curled mat. A faint odor in the swirl of air made his nose twitch, but he did not connect the smell with the image of an old grave fresh-opened that flashed through his head. He was barely aware of odor or image at all; he strove to keep his mind empty, but the other man sharing the tower top with him kept intruding on the emptiness. Ten paces across, the tower top was, encircled by a chest-high, crenellated wall. Big enough and more not to feel crowded, except when shared with a Warder.
Young as he was, Rand was taller than most men, but Lan stood just as tall and more heavily muscled, if not quite so broad in the shoulders. A narrow band of braided leather held the Warder's long hair back from his face, a face that seemed made from stony planes and angles, a face unlined as if to belie the tinge of gray at his temples. Despite the heat and exertion, only a light coat of sweat glistened on his chest and arms. Rand searched Lan's icy blue eyes, hunting for some hint of what the other man intended. The Warder never seemed to blink, and the practice sword in his hands moved surely and smoothly as he flowed from one stance to another.
With a bundle of thin, loosely bound staves in place of a blade, the practice sword would make a loud clack when it struck anything, and leave a welt where it hit flesh. Rand knew all too well. Three thin red lines stung on his ribs, and another burned his shoulder. It had taken all his efforts not to wear more decorations. Lan bore not a mark.
As he had been taught, Rand formed a single flame in his mind and concentrated on it, tried to feed all emotion and passion into it, to form a void within himself, with even thought outside. Emptiness came. As was too often the case of late it was not a perfect emptiness; the flame still remained, or some sense of light sending ripples through the stillness. But it was enough, barely. The cool peace of the void crept over him, and he was one with the practice sword, with the smooth stones under his boots, even with Lan. All was one, and he moved without thought in a rhythm that matched the Warder's step for step and move for move.
The wind rose again, bringing the ringing of bells from the town. Somebody's still celebrating that spring has finally come. The extraneous thought fluttered through the void on waves of light, disturbing the emptiness, and as if the Warder could read Rand's mind, the practice sword whirled in Lan's hands.
For a long minute the swift clack-clack-clack of bundled lathes meeting filled the tower top. Rand made no effort to reach the other man; it was all he could do to keep the Warder's strikes from reaching him. Turning Lan's blows at the last possible moment, he was forced back. Lan's expression never changed; the practice sword seemed alive in his hands. Abruptly the Warder's swinging slash changed in mid-motion to a thrust. Caught by surprise, Rand stepped back, already wincing with the blow he knew he could not stop this time.
The wind howled across the tower … and trapped him. It was as if the air had suddenly jelled, holding him in a cocoon. Pushing him forward. Time and motion slowed; horrified, he watched Lan's practice sword drift toward his chest. There was nothing slow or soft about the impact. His ribs creaked as if he had been struck with a hammer. He grunted, but the wind would not allow him to give way; it still carried him forward, instead. The lathes of Lan's practice sword flexed and bent--ever so slowly, it seemed to Rand--then shattered, sharp points oozing toward his heart, jagged lathes piercing his skin. Pain lanced through his body; his whole skin felt slashed. He burned as though the sun had flared to crisp him like bacon in a pan.
With a shout, he threw himself stumbling back, falling against the stone wall. Hand trembling, he touched the gashes on his chest and raised bloody fingers before his gray eyes in disbelief.
"And what was that fool move, sheepherder?" Lan grated. "You know better by now, or should unless you have forgotten everything I've tried to teach you. How badly are you--?" He cut off as Rand looked up at him.
"The wind." Rand's mouth was dry. "It--it pushed me! It.…It was solid as a wall!"
 The Warder stared at him in silence, then offered a hand. Rand took it and let himself be pulled to his feet.
"Strange things can happen this close to the Blight," Lan said finally, but for all the flatness of the words he sounded troubled. That in itself was strange. Warders, those half-legendary warriors who served the Aes Sedai, seldom showed emotion, and Lan showed little even for a Warder. He tossed the shattered lathe sword aside and leaned against the wall where their real swords lay, out of the way of their practice.
"Not like that," Rand protested. He joined the other man, squatting with his back against the stone. That way the top of the wall was higher than his head, protection of a kind from the wind. If it was a wind. No wind had ever felt … solid … like that. "Peace! Maybe not even in the Blight."
 "For someone like you.… " Lan shrugged as if that explained everything. "How long before you leave, sheepherder? A month since you said you were going, and I thought you'd be three weeks gone by now."
 Rand stared up at him in surprise. He's acting like nothing happened! Frowning, he set down the practice sword and lifted his real sword to his knees, fingers running along the long, leather-wrapped hilt inset with a bronze heron. Another bronze heron stood on the scabbard, and yet another was scribed on the sheathed blade. It was still a little strange to him that he had a sword. Any sword, much less one with a blademaster's mark. He was a farmer from the Two Rivers, so far away, now. Maybe far away forever, now. He was a shepherd like his father--I was a shepherd. What am I now?--and his father had given him a heron-marked sword. Tarn is my father, no matter what anybody says. He wished his own thoughts did not sound as if he was trying to convince himself.
Again Lan seemed to read his mind. "In the Borderlands, sheepherder, if a man has the raising of a child, that child is his, and none can say different."
 Scowling, Rand ignored the Warder's words. It was no one's business but his own. "I want to learn how to use this. I need to." It had caused him problems, carrying a heron-marked sword. Not everybody knew what it meant, or even noticed it, but even so a heron-mark blade, especially in the hands of a youth barely old enough to be called a man, still attracted the wrong sort of attention. "I've been able to bluff sometimes, when I could not run, and I've been lucky, besides. But what happens when I can't run, and I can't bluff, and my luck runs out?"
"You could sell it," Lan said carefully. "That blade is rare even among heron-mark swords. It would fetch a pretty price."
 "No!" It was an idea he had thought of more than once, but he rejected it now for the same reason he always had, and more fiercely for coming from someone else. As long as I keep it, I have the right to call Tarn father. He gave it to me, and it gives me the right. "I thought any heron-mark blade was rare."
 Lan gave him a sidelong look. "Tarn didn't tell you, then? He must know. Perhaps he didn't believe. Many do not." He snatched up his own sword, almost the twin of Rand's except for the lack of herons, and whipped off the scabbard. The blade, slightly curved and single-edged, glittered silvery in the sunlight.
It was the sword of the kings of Malkier. Lan did not speak of it--he did not even like others to speak of it--but al'Lan Mandragoran was Lord of the Seven Towers, Lord of the Lakes, and uncrowned King of Malkier. The Seven Towers were broken now, and the Thousand Lakes the lair of unclean things. Malkier lay swallowed by the Great Blight, and of all the Malkieri lords, only one still lived.
Some said Lan had become a Warder, bonding himself to an Aes Sedai, so he could seek death in the Blight and join the rest of his blood. Rand had indeed seen Lan put himself in harm's way seemingly without regard for his own safety, but far beyond his own life and safety he held those of Moiraine, the Aes Sedai who held his bond. Rand did not think Lan would truly seek death while Moiraine lived.
Turning his blade in the light, Lan spoke. "In the War of the Shadow, the One Power itself was used as a weapon, and weapons were made with the One Power. Some weapons used the One Power, things that could destroy an entire city at one blow, lay waste to the land for leagues. Just as well those were all lost in the Breaking; just as well no one remembers the making of them. But there were simpler weapons, too, for those who would face Myrddraal, and worse things the Dreadlords made, blade to blade.
"With the One Power, Aes Sedai drew iron and other metals from the earth, smelted them, formed and wrought them. All with the Power. Swords, and other weapons, too. Many that survived the Breaking of the World were destroyed by men who feared and hated Aes Sedai work, and others have vanished with the years. Few remain, and few men truly know what they are. There have been legends of them, swollen tales of swords that seemed to have a power of their own. You've heard the gleemen's tales. The reality is enough. Blades that will not shatter or break, and never lose their edge. I've seen men sharpening them--playing at sharpening, as it were--but only because they could not believe a sword did not need it after use. All they ever did was wear away their oilstones.
"Those weapons the Aes Sedai made, and there will never be others. When it was done, war and Age ended together, with the world shattered, with more dead unburied than there were alive and those alive fleeing, trying to find some place, any place, of safety, with every second woman weeping because she'd never see husband or sons again; when it was done, the Aes Sedai who still lived swore they would never again make a weapon for one man to kill another. Every Aes Sedai swore it, and every woman of them since has kept that oath. Even the Red Ajah, and they care little what happens to any male.
"One of those swords, a plain soldier's sword"--with a faint grimace, almost sad, if the Warder could be said to show emotion, he slid the blade back into its sheath--"became something more. On the other hand, those made for lord-generals, with blades so hard no bladesmith could mark them, yet marked already with a heron, those blades became sought after."
 Rand's hands jerked away from the sword propped on his knees. It toppled, and instinctively he grabbed it before it hit the floorstones. "You mean Aes Sedai made this? I thought you were talking about your sword."
"Not all heron-mark blades are Aes Sedai work. Few men handle a sword with the skill to be named blademaster and be awarded a heron-mark blade, but even so, not enough Aes Sedai blades remain for more than a handful to have one. Most come from master bladesmiths; the finest steel men can make, yet still wrought by a man's hands. But that one, sheep-herder … that one could tell a tale of three thousand years and more."
 "I can't get away from them," Rand said, "can I?" He balanced the sword in front of him on scabbard point; it looked no different than it had before he knew. "Aes Sedai work." But Tarn gave it to me. My father gave it to me. He refused to think of how a Two Rivers shepherd had come by a heron-mark blade. There were dangerous currents in such thoughts, deeps he did not want to explore.
"Do you really want to get away, sheepherder? I'll ask again. Why are you not gone, then? The sword? In five years I could make you worthy of it, make you a blademaster. You have quick wrists, good balance, and you don't make the same mistake twice. But I do not have five years to give over to teaching you, and you do not have five years for learning. You have not even one year, and you know it. As it is, you will not stab yourself in the foot. You hold yourself as if the sword belongs at your waist, sheep-herder, and most village bullies will sense it. But you've had that much almost since the day you put it on. So why are you still here?"
 "Mat and Perrin are still here," Rand mumbled. "I don't want to leave before they do. I won't ever--I might not see them again for--for years, maybe." His head dropped back against the wall. "Blood and ashes! At least they just think I'm crazy not to go home with them. Half the time Nynaeve looks at me like I'm six years old and I've skinned my knee, and she's going to make it better; the other half she looks like she's seeing a stranger. One she might offend if she looks too closely, at that. She's a Wisdom, and besides that, I don't think she's ever been afraid of anything, but she. … " He shook his head. "And Egwene. Burn me! She knows why I have to go, but every time I mention it she looks at me, and I knot up inside and. … " He closed his eyes, pressing the sword hilt against his forehead as if he could press what he was thinking out of existence. "I wish.…I wish. … "
 "You wish everything could be the way it was, sheepherder? Or you wish the girl would go with you instead of to Tar Valon? You think she'll give up becoming an Aes Sedai for a life of wandering? With you? If you put it to her in the right way, she might. Love is an odd thing." Lan sounded suddenly weary. "As odd a thing as there is."
 "No." It was what he had been wishing, that she would want to go with him. He opened his eyes and squared his back and made his voice firm. "No, I wouldn't let her come with me if she did ask." He could not do that to her. But Light, wouldn't it be sweet, just for a minute, if she said she wanted to? "She gets muley stubborn if she thinks I'm trying to tell her what to do, but I can still protect her from that." He wished she were back home in Emond's Field, but all hope of that had gone the day Moiraine came to the Two Rivers. "Even if it means she does become an Aes Sedai!" The corner of his eye caught Lan's raised eyebrow, and he flushed.
"And that is all the reason? You want to spend as much time as you can with your friends from home before they go? That's why you're dragging your feet? You know what's sniffing at your heels."
 Rand surged angrily to his feet. "All right, it's Moiraine! I wouldn't even be here if not for her, and she won't as much as talk to me."
 "You'd be dead if not for her, sheepherder," Lan said flatly, but Rand rushed on.
"She tells me … tells me horrible things about myself"--his knuckles whitened on the sword. That I'm going to go mad and die!--"and then suddenly she won't even say two words to me. She acts as if I'm no different than the day she found me, and that smells wrong, too."
 "You want her to treat you like what you are?"
 "No! I don't mean that. Burn me, I don't know what I mean half the time. I don't want that, and I'm scared of the other. Now she's gone off somewhere, vanished … "
 "I told you she needs to be alone sometimes. It isn't for you, or anyone else, to question her actions."
 "… without telling anybody where she was going, or when she'd be back, or even if she would be back. She has to be able to tell me something to help me, Lan. Something. She has to. If she ever comes back."
 "She's back, sheepherder. Last night. But I think she has told you all she can. Be satisfied. You've learned what you can from her." With a shake of his head, Lan's voice became brisk. "You certainly aren't learning anything standing there. Time for a little balance work. Go through Parting the Silk, beginning from Heron Wading in the Rushes. Remember that that Heron form is only for practicing balance. Anywhere but doing forms, it leaves you wide open; you can strike home from it, if you wait for the other man to move first, but you'll never avoid his blade."
 "She has to be able to tell me something, Lan. That wind. It wasn't natural, and I don't care how close to the Blight we are."
 "Heron Wading in the Rushes, sheepherder. And mind your wrists."
 From the south came a faint peal of trumpets, a rolling fanfare slowly growing louder, accompanied by the steady thrum-thrum-THRUM-thrum of drums. For a moment Rand and Lan stared at each other, then the drums drew them to the tower wall to stare southward.
The city stood on high hills, the land around the city walls cleared to ankle height for a full mile in all directions, and the keep covered the highest hill of all. From the tower top, Rand had a clear view across the chimneys and roofs to the forest. The drummers appeared first from the trees, a dozen of them, drums lifting as they stepped to their own beat, mallets whirling. Next came trumpeters, long, shining horns raised, still calling the flourish. At that distance Rand could not make out the huge, square banner whipping in the wind behind them. Lan grunted, though; the Warder had eyes like a snow eagle.
Rand glanced at him, but the Warder said nothing, his eyes intent on the column emerging from the forest. Mounted men in armor rode out of the trees, and women ahorseback, too. Then a palanquin borne by horses, one before and one behind, its curtains down, and more men on horseback. Ranks of men afoot, pikes rising above them like a bristle of long thorns, and archers with their bows held slanted across their chests, all stepping to the drums. The trumpets cried again. Like a singing serpent the column wound its way toward Fal Dara.
The wind flapped the banner, taller than a man, straight out to one side. As big as it was, it was close enough now for Rand to see clearly. A swirl of colors that meant nothing to him, but at the heart of it, a shape like a pure white teardrop. His breath froze in his throat. The Flame of Tar Valon.
"Ingtar's with them." Lan sounded as if his thoughts were elsewhere. "Back from his hunting at last. Been gone long enough. I wonder if he had any luck?"
 "Aes Sedai," Rand whispered when he finally could. All those women out there.… Moiraine was Aes Sedai, yes, but he had traveled with her, and if he did not entirely trust her, at least he knew her. Or thought he did. But she was only one. So many Aes Sedai together, and coming like this, was something else again. He cleared his throat; when he spoke, his voice grated. "Why so many, Lan? Why any at all? And with drums and trumpets and a banner to announce them."
 Aes Sedai were respected in Shienar, at least by most people, and the rest respectfully feared them, but Rand had been in places where it was different, where there was only the fear, and often hate. Where he had grown up, some men, at least, spoke of "Tar Valon witches" as they would speak of the Dark One. He tried to count the women, but they kept no ranks or order, moving their horses around to converse with one another or with whoever was in the palanquin. Goose bumps covered him. He had traveled with Moiraine, and met another Aes Sedai, and he had begun to think of himself as worldly. Nobody ever left the Two Rivers, or almost nobody, but he had. He had seen things no one back in the Two Rivers had ever laid eyes on, done things they had only dreamed of, if they had dreamed so far. He had seen a queen and met the Daughter-Heir of Andor, faced a Myrddraal and traveled the Ways, and none of it had prepared him for this moment.
"Why so many?" he whispered again.
"The Amyrlin Seat's come in person." Lan looked at him, his expression as hard and unreadable as a rock. "Your lessons are done, sheepherder." He paused then, and Rand almost thought there was sympathy on his face. That could not be, of course. "Better for you if you were a week gone." With that the Warder snatched up his shirt and disappeared down the ladder into the tower.
Rand worked his mouth, trying to get a little moisture. He stared at the column approaching Fal Dara as if it really were a snake, a deadly viper. The drums and trumpets sang, loud in his ears. The Amyrlin Seat, who ordered the Aes Sedai. She's come because of me. He could think of no other reason.
They knew things, had knowledge that could help him, he was sure. And he did not dare ask any of them. He was afraid they had come to gentle him. And afraid they haven't, too, he admitted reluctantly. Light, I don't know which scares me more.
"I didn't mean to channel the Power," he whispered. "It was an accident! Light, I don't want anything to do with it. I swear I'll never touch it again! I swear it!"
 With a start, he realized that the Aes Sedai party was entering the city gates. The wind swirled up fiercely, chilling his sweat like droplets of ice, making the trumpets sound like sly laughter; he thought he could smell an opened grave, strong in the air. My grave, if I keep standing here.
Grabbing his shirt, he scrambled down the ladder and began to run.
Copyright ) 1990 by Robert Jordan
ISBN 0-312-85140-5


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    Although I'm sure this book stands alone as a good read, I can only recommend starting from the first, The Eye of the World, and continuing onward. This is a great series; the characters are awesome and you will want to be one of them. The women rock, and are in no way to be confused with drippy, moony, boring, shrieky, ditzy dipsticks with heaving bosoms so common in much of the genre. These gals will kick your sorry bum! Though a fantasy world, the books traffic in the collision of cultures from martial to natural, fundamentalist to liberal and everything in between. It's a really neat way of considering any kind of cultural conflict, in addition to a rip-roaring good story. Pick these books up and dig in to this world!

    9 out of 11 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 16, 2002

    Could use some editing

    Loved this book, but like The Eye of The World, I thought that Jordan gets so verbose in the first couple of chapters, that its hard to get too deeply into his world soon enough to continue on. The sequence in which Rand is seeking to escape Dal Fara goes on forever and I thought at times that the entire book would be just that. If he entered one more room and described it down to cracks in the floor, I was going to put the book down forever. Comparitively, the final battle at Falme, what I thought was some great suspense writing, takes 3 pages at best. I'm certainly going to continue with the series, but hope that it doesn't bog down again.

    6 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 6, 2000

    the best book series to ever come into this world

    Robert Jordan is pure genious! He is the most amazing author to come into this world. I have read through his 4th book (The Shadow Rising) and I am never dissapointed with anything that Robert has dished out towards us, the readers. Among all of his books that I have read so far, I think that The Great Hunt would have to be the most enchanting one yet. With non-stop action around every corner. It is truly amazing. The Great Hunt shows the struggle of a young man chosen to live a life that could mean the end of the whole world if he becomes mad. He was chosen to be the dragon reborn, followed by some other Ta'veren, who also happen to be close friends of his. The story brings new heroes and more amazing events than the first, in this massive story of magical sedai and warriors in this gigantic world of fantasy. Robert Jordan...Bravo!!!!!!!!

    5 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 6, 2000

    Excellent Sequel

    After finishing The Eye of the World I felt a bit let down by the hyped series, however The Great Hunt really made me an enthusiastic WoT fan. The Great Hunt was an excellent book with an exciting plot and the characters became very well developed, and the world became a rich and developed world.

    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 16, 2011

    Highly Recommended

    The Great Hunt is the second book of the Wheel of Time series by author Robert Jordan, and not surprisingly also a thrilling adventure book just as was The Eye of the World. First off if you have not read the first book then do so now before you begin to read The Great Hunt, because you would be hard pressed to understand what is going on in this book without having read the first. After saving the world for the first time in the last book Rand has now basically begun to try and fulfill prophesies to find out if he is truly the Dragon Reborn. This is a great book for anyone who is looking to leave reality and dive head first into a world of fantasy and adventure. Robert Jordan does a great job in this book to make a childish fantasy feel very mature and entertaining for adults. Through his dedication to make every one of his characters seem real and unique he makes readers feel like they are actually part of the book. As with the first book the events might seem a little confusing and frustrating to understand but they end up making sense in the grand scheme of things. To put into perspective, the book is a mix of Harry Potter, and The Lord of the Rings, but due to Jordan's writing style the book seems more realistic and is far more sophisticated than either of the other books. Jordan goes to the extreme of putting detail into the book and at times it seems almost superfluous to have that much detail about any one thing that he is describing, but in the end it makes for an amazing read.
    The bottom line is I would recommend this book to anyone.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 2, 2012

    One of the best in the series

    Action packed and character driven with characters you really care about. Leaves you wanting more.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 18, 2012

    recommend for fantasy fans

    Moves much faster than the first book in the series (Eye of the World), primarily because there is less set-up. I'm continuing on with the Wheel of Time series.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 28, 2012

    Highly Recommended Reading

    This is the best series that I have ever read in fact this is my second time reading through the series. I'm finding it more enjoyable reading it this time than I did the first time I read them.


    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 27, 2012

    The great hunt

    I enjoyed it a lot.

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  • Posted May 29, 2011

    As good as the first in the series

    It may be overkill but I just finished this book - for the second time - and am looking forward to the third. I had to go back to reread both "The eye of the World" and "The Great Hunt" because of the sheer number of charactes that sort of get mention then later are discovered to be weighty characters. I'm a bit at odds on whether Robert Jordan gives enough character developent or not. However, there is a lot of detail I discover in the second reading that help by discovering interesting bits that previously made little impression. I do find it easy to get into the story and into the many charactes within it no matter who they give their loyalty to - although that seems to change sometimes. I highly recommend this book as part of the series. I doubt I would have been able to have read this one cold without having to go back and read the first. Now, on to "The Dragon Reborn"....

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 28, 2013

    The Great Hunt

    I'm on book 9 of the WoT series (there are 14) and while Id consider them to be in my top ten favorite series of all time, I think the first few books are better then the later ones I've read so far. The Great Hunt is placed in the same amazingly beautiful world as the first in the series, with detailed characters and laugh-out-loud humor. However, none of the books in this series are light reads, and by reading these first two you are signing up for a long, though enjoyable and rewarding, commitement.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 22, 2013

    I say it is worth the read!

    This is the second of the series & I find it very enjoyable and intriguing!
    I cannot wait to get into the next book!

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 21, 2012


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    Posted November 6, 2012

    Realy people?!

    U guys r weird! U dont even know eachother! :(

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    Posted October 29, 2012

    To john

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  • Posted August 11, 2012

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    The Great Hunt sees Rand al'Thor, recently revealed to be the Dr

    The Great Hunt sees Rand al'Thor, recently revealed to be the Dragon Reborn , trying to escape the grasp of the Aes Sedai, a group of women who possess the magical ability to wield the One Power. Rand wants nothing to do with his destiny, which claims that he will destroy the world. He hides the truth from his best friends Mat and Perrin, but when the Horn of Valere is stolen from the Aes Sedai, The Great Hunt begins, and Rand and his friends and allies find themselves on a desperate race to find it before it falls into the hands of evil. I found this to be a much more interesting plot. It was fast-paced and packed with details which made the characters more engaging. I particularly appreciated that so many of the chapters were in the point of view of Rand. He has grown into quite the able protagonist, and despite everything that has been thrust upon him he still keeps a level head and does not jump at the chance to use all the power that he possesses. His is a very sympathetic situation and I found myself rooting for him and hoping that he would finally accept his destiny. I also liked having a glimpse into the heads of Moiraine, the Aes Sedai, and Lan, her Warder, though those parts were all too brief, in my opinion.

    While some of the &quot;main&quot; characters were great, there were others that downright annoyed me. With Nynaeve, for example, I oscillated between liking her and wanting to reach into the pages and give her a good, hard, smack to the back of the head. She has so much pride it's a wonder no one has tried to do it in the books! There are some situations where pride is acceptable, but when it comes to being smart and knowing when to show respect for certain individuals, she has a long way to go. Mat, Rand's friend, drove me up a wall with his jealousy. Several times throughout the book I wondered why he was included as a main character and if he would turn into a Darkfriend. He is the one who will have to go through the most growth throughout the series if he is to succeed in helping defeat the Dark One.

    Overall, The Great Hunt was a great adventure, from start to finish. I can't wait to read the next book (with nervous anticipation, every bit excitement as anxiety, since I've just consigned myself to a 13+ book series!), and I hope that, like this one, it outshines its predecessor by leaps and bounds.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 28, 2012

    Hu The Great Hunt

    Once again I could not stop reading once I started. Excellent fantasy writing that kept me on the edge of my seat. I can't wait to continue the series!

    1 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 16, 2015


    Love the wat he ties in many legends

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 9, 2015

    Very good book

    The book is facinating

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