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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
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“It does not matter,” she said dismissively, and concentrated her gaze on him, fists on her hips. “You attracted my interest, Mat Cauthon, before you gave me a regard-gift. Not that I will give up the spear for you, of course, but I have had my eye on you for days. You have a smile like a boy about to do mischief. I like that. And those eyes.” In the failing light her grin was slow and wide. And warm. “I do like your eyes.”

Mat tugged his hat straight, though it had not been crooked. From pursuer to pursued, in the blink of an eye. It could happen like that, with Aiel women. Especially Maidens. “Does ‘Daughter of the Nine Moons’ mean anything to you?” It was a question he asked women sometimes. The wrong answer would send him out of Rhuidean tonight if he had to try walking out of the Waste.

“Nothing,” she said. “But there are things I like to do by moonlight.” Putting an arm around his shoulder, she took off his hat and began to whisper in his ear. In no time at all he was grinning even more widely than she.

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CHAPTER
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Twilight

With his Far Dareis Mai escort, Rand approached the Rhuidean Roof of the Maidens. White stairs as wide as the tall building, each step a stride deep, ran up to thick columns twenty paces high, black-seeming in the twilight but bright blue by day, and fluted in spirals. The outside of the building was a patterned mosaic of glazed tiles, white and blue in spirals that appeared endless to the eye, and a huge window of colored glass directly above the columns showed a black-haired woman fifteen feet tall, in complicated blue robes, right hand upraised, either to bless or command a halt. Her face was serene and stern at the same time. Whoever she had been, she was surely no Aiel, not with that pale skin and those dark eyes. An Aes Sedai, perhaps. He tapped his pipe out on his bootheel and stuffed it into his coat pocket before starting up the steps.

Except for gai’shain, men were not allowed beneath a Roof of the Maidens, not any man, not in any hold in the Waste. A chief or a Maiden’s blood kin could die trying, though in fact no Aielman would ever think of it. It was the same for any society; only members and the gai’shain were allowed inside.