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Chapters (69)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise for Robert Jordan’s
  3. THE FIRESOFHEAVEN
  4. Copyright Notice
  5. Dedication
  6. Map
  7. PROLOGUE
  8. CHAPTER1
  9. CHAPTER2
  10. CHAPTER3
  11. CHAPTER4
  12. CHAPTER5
  13. CHAPTER6
  14. CHAPTER7
  15. CHAPTER8
  16. CHAPTER9
  17. CHAPTER10
  18. CHAPTER11
  19. CHAPTER12
  20. CHAPTER13
  21. CHAPTER14
  22. CHAPTER15
  23. CHAPTER16
  24. CHAPTER17
  25. CHAPTER18
  26. CHAPTER19
  27. CHAPTER20
  28. CHAPTER21
  29. CHAPTER22
  30. CHAPTER23
  31. CHAPTER24
  32. CHAPTER25
  33. CHAPTER26
  34. CHAPTER27
  35. CHAPTER28
  36. CHAPTER29
  37. CHAPTER30
  38. CHAPTER31
  39. CHAPTER32
  40. CHAPTER33
  41. CHAPTER34
  42. CHAPTER35
  43. CHAPTER36
  44. CHAPTER37
  45. CHAPTER38
  46. CHAPTER39
  47. CHAPTER40
  48. CHAPTER41
  49. CHAPTER42
  50. CHAPTER43
  51. CHAPTER44
  52. CHAPTER45
  53. CHAPTER46
  54. CHAPTER47
  55. CHAPTER48
  56. CHAPTER49
  57. CHAPTER50
  58. CHAPTER51
  59. CHAPTER52
  60. CHAPTER53
  61. CHAPTER54
  62. CHAPTER55
  63. CHAPTER56
  64. GLOSSARY
  65. Excerpt: Lord of Chaos
  66. PROLOGUE
  67. Tor Books by Robert Jordan
  68. About the Author
  69. Newsletter Sign-up

“Then maybe she isn’t in any danger. Maybe . . .” Forcing her hands to her sides, Nynaeve compressed her lips angrily. Only, she was not certain who she was angry with.

Putting the ring away, out of sight, except for meetings with Egwene, had been a good idea. It had. Any venture into the World of Dreams could have found Moghedien, and keeping clear of her was better than a good idea. She already knew she was overmatched. That thought rankled, worse every time she had it, but it was the simple truth.

Yet now there was the chance that Egwene needed help. A small chance. Just because she was properly wary of Moghedien did not mean she was underrating the possibility. And it might be that Rand had one of the Forsaken after him in the same personal way that Moghedien was after her and Elayne. What Egwene reported, both of Cairhien and of the mountains, smacked of one man daring another to knock a chip off his shoulder. Not that she could see anything to do about that. But Egwene . . .

Sometimes it seemed to Nynaeve that she had forgotten why she had left the Two Rivers in the first place. To protect young people from her village who had been caught in Aes Sedai webs. Not that much younger than herself—only a few years—yet the gap seemed wider when you were the village Wisdom. Of course, the Women’s Circle in Emond’s Field had certainly chosen a new Wisdom by now, but that did not make it less her village, or them less her people. In her heart of hearts, it made her no less the Wisdom. Somehow, though, protecting Rand and Egwene and Mat and Perrin from Aes Sedai had become helping them survive, and finally, without her quite realizing when or how, even that goal had been submerged in other needs. Entering the White Tower to learn how better to pull down Moiraine had become a burning desire to learn how to Heal. Even her hatred for Aes Sedai meddling in people’s lives now coexisted with her desire to become one. Not that she really wanted to, but it was the only way to learn what she wanted to learn. Everything had become as tangled as one of those Aes Sedai webs, herself included, and she did not know how to escape.