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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

The entry into the mountain could have been one of the scattered vents, except that it emitted no smoke or steam. It gaped enough for two men abreast, but the Myrddraal kept the lead. The way slanted down almost immediately, the tunnel floor worn smooth as polished tiles. The cold faded as Demandred followed Shaidar Haran’s broad back down and down, slowly replaced by increasing heat. Demandred was aware of it, but did not let it touch him. A pale light rose from the stone, filling the tunnel, brighter than the eternal twilight outside. Jagged spikes jutted from the ceiling, stony teeth ready to snap shut, the Great Lord’s teeth to rend the unfaithful or the traitor. Not natural, of course, but effective.

Abruptly, he noticed something. Every time he had made this journey, those spikes had all but brushed the top of his head. Now they cleared the Myrddraal’s by two hands or more. That surprised him. Not that the height of the tunnel changed—the strange was ordinary here—but the extra space the Halfman was given. The Great Lord gave his reminders to Myrddraal as well as men. That extra space was a fact to be remembered.

The tunnel opened out suddenly onto a wide ledge overlooking a lake of molten stone, red mottled with black, where man-high flames danced, died and rose again. There was no roof, only a great hole rising through the mountain to a sky that was not the sky of Thakan’dar. It made that of Thakan’dar look normal, with its wildly striated clouds streaking by as though driven by the greatest winds the world had ever seen. This, men called the Pit of Doom, and few knew how well they had named it.

Even after all his visits—and the first lay well over three thousand years in the past—Demandred felt awe. Here he could sense the Bore, the hole drilled through so long ago to where the Great Lord had lain imprisoned since the moment of Creation. Here the Great Lord’s presence washed over him. Physically, this place was no closer to the Bore than any other in the world, but here there was a thinness in the Pattern that allowed it to be sensed.