Back Lord of Chaos
Chapters (66)
  1. LORDOFCHAOS
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
  4. Maps
  5. PROLOGUE
  6. CHAPTER1
  7. CHAPTER2
  8. CHAPTER3
  9. CHAPTER4
  10. CHAPTER5
  11. CHAPTER6
  12. CHAPTER7
  13. CHAPTER8
  14. CHAPTER9
  15. CHAPTER10
  16. CHAPTER11
  17. CHAPTER12
  18. CHAPTER13
  19. CHAPTER14
  20. CHAPTER15
  21. CHAPTER16
  22. CHAPTER17
  23. CHAPTER18
  24. CHAPTER19
  25. CHAPTER20
  26. CHAPTER21
  27. CHAPTER22
  28. CHAPTER23
  29. CHAPTER24
  30. CHAPTER25
  31. CHAPTER26
  32. CHAPTER27
  33. CHAPTER28
  34. CHAPTER29
  35. CHAPTER30
  36. CHAPTER31
  37. CHAPTER32
  38. CHAPTER33
  39. CHAPTER34
  40. CHAPTER35
  41. CHAPTER36
  42. CHAPTER37
  43. CHAPTER38
  44. CHAPTER39
  45. CHAPTER40
  46. CHAPTER41
  47. CHAPTER42
  48. CHAPTER43
  49. CHAPTER44
  50. CHAPTER45
  51. CHAPTER46
  52. CHAPTER47
  53. CHAPTER48
  54. CHAPTER49
  55. CHAPTER50
  56. CHAPTER51
  57. CHAPTER52
  58. CHAPTER53
  59. CHAPTER54
  60. CHAPTER55
  61. EPILOGUE
  62. GLOSSARY
  63. Excerpt: A Crown of Swords
  64. PROLOGUE
  65. Tor Books by Robert Jordan
  66. About the Author

Light, but he should not be pleased that she was not going. Tossing the Dragon Scepter atop a table with gilded vine-carved legs, he undid his sword belt and added that. “Did Amys and the others tell you where Elayne is?”

For a long moment Aviendha stood in the middle of the blue-tiled floor looking at him, her expression unreadable. “They do not know,” she said finally. “I asked.” He had expected she would. She had not done it in months, but before coming to Caemlyn the first time with him, every second word out of her mouth had been a reminder that he belonged to Elayne. In her view he did, and what had happened between them beyond that gateway she had made clearly did not alter the fact, and would not happen again, something else she had made quite clear. Exactly as he wanted it; he was worse than a pig to feel regret. Ignoring all the fine gilded chairs, she settled cross-legged on the floor, arranging her skirts gracefully. “They did speak of you, though.”

“Why does that not surprise me?” he said dryly, and to his surprise her cheeks reddened. Aviendha was not a woman for blushes, and this made twice in one day.

“They have shared dreams, some of which concern you.” She sounded slightly strangled until she paused to clear her throat, then fixed him with a steady, determined gaze. “Melaine and Bair dreamed of you on a boat,” she said, the word still awkward after all these months in the wetlands, “with three women whose faces they could not see, and a scale tilting first one way then the other. Melaine and Amys dreamed of a man standing by your side with a dagger to your throat, but you did not see him. Bair and Amys dreamed of you cutting the wetlands in two with a sword.” For an instant her eyes darted contemptuously to the scabbarded blade lying atop the Dragon Scepter. Contemptuously, and a bit guiltily. She had given him that, once the property of King Laman, carefully wrapped in a blanket so she could not be said to have actually touched it. “They cannot interpret the dreams, but they thought you should know.”