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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

He felt wolves, and their names began coming to him. Two Moons and Wildfire and Old Deer and dozens more cascading into his head. They were not names as such, really, but images and sensations. Young Bull was a very simple image to name a wolf. Two Moons was really a night-shrouded pool, smooth as ice in the instant before the breeze stirred, with a tang of autumn in the air, and one moon hanging full in the sky and another reflected so perfectly on the water that it was difficult to tell which was real. And that was cutting it to the bone.

For a time there was only the exchanging of names and scents. Then he thought, I seek people who are ahead of me. Aes Sedai and men, with horses and wagons. That was not exactly what he thought, of course, any more than Two Moons was just two moons. People were “two-legs” and horses “hard-footed four-legs.” Aes Sedai were “two-leg shes who touch the wind that moves the sun and call fire.” Wolves did not like fire, and they were even more wary of Aes Sedai than of other humans; they thought it amazing that he could not tell an Aes Sedai; he had only learned they could by chance. They took the ability as much for granted as he took being able to pick out one white horse among a herd of black, certainly nothing to mention, and certainly nothing they could explain clearly.

In his head the night sky seemed to whirl, suddenly capping a camp of wagons and tents and campfires. They did not look quite right—wolves cared little for anything human, so the wagons and tents seemed vague; the campfires appeared to roar dangerously; the horses looked quite tasty—and this was passed from wolf to wolf before reaching him. The camp was larger than Perrin expected, but Wildfire was in no doubt. Her pack was even then skirting wide of where the “two-leg shes who touch the wind that moves the sun and call fire” were. Perrin tried asking how many, but wolves had no grasp of numbers; they told how many things there were by showing how many they had seen, and once Wildfire and her pack sensed Aes Sedai, they had no intention of going any closer.