Towers of Midnight
Contents ( 121)
- Prologue
- Chapter 1
- Apples First
- Chapter 2
- Questions of Leadership
- Chapter 3
- The Amyrlin’s Anger
- Chapter 4
- The Pattern Groans
- Chapter 5
- Writings
- Chapter 6
- Questioning Intentions
- Chapter 7
- Lighter than a Feather
- Chapter 8
- The Seven-Striped Lass
- Chapter 9
- Blood in the Air
- Chapter 10
- After the Taint
- Chapter 11
- An Unexpected Letter
- Chapter 12
- An Empty Ink Bottle
- Chapter 13
- For What Has Been Wrought
- Chapter 14
- A Vow
- Chapter 15
- Use a Pebble
- Chapter 16
- Shanna’har
- Chapter 17
- Partings, and a Meeting
- Chapter 18
- The Strength of This Place
- Chapter 19
- Talk of Dragons
- Chapter 20
- A Choice
- Chapter 21
- An Open Gate
- Chapter 22
- The End of a Legend
- Chapter 23
- Foxheads
- Chapter 24
- To Make a Stand
- Chapter 25
- Return to Bandar Eban
- Chapter 26
- Parley
- Chapter 27
- A Call to Stand
- Chapter 28
- Oddities
- Chapter 29
- A Terrible Feeling
- Chapter 30
- Men Dream Here
- Chapter 31
- Into the Void
- Chapter 32
- A Storm of Light
- Chapter 33
- A Good Soup
- Chapter 34
- Judgment
- Chapter 35
- The Right Thing
- Chapter 36
- An Invitation
- Chapter 37
- Darkness in the Tower
- Chapter 38
- Wounds
- Chapter 39
- In the Three-fold Land
- Chapter 40
- A Making
- Chapter 41
- An Unexpected Ally
- Chapter 42
- Stronger than Blood
- Chapter 43
- Some Tea
- Chapter 44
- A Backhanded Request
- Chapter 45
- A Reunion
- Chapter 46
- Working Leather
- Chapter 47
- A Teaching Chamber
- Chapter 48
- Near Avendesora
- Chapter 49
- Court of the Sun
- Chapter 50
- Choosing Enemies
- Chapter 51
- A Testing
- Chapter 52
- Boots
- Chapter 53
- Gateways
- Chapter 54
- The Light of the World
- Chapter 55
- The One Left Behind
- Chapter 56
- Something Wrong
- Chapter 57
- A Rabbit for Supper
- Epilogue
- Glossary
- PROLOGUE
- By Grace and Banners Fallen
- About the Authors
- Contents


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It soon became obvious, even within the stedding, that the Pattern was growing frail. The sky darkened. Our dead appeared, standing in rings outside the borders of the stedding, looking in. Most troublingly, trees fell ill, and no song would heal them.
It was in this time of sorrows that I stepped up to the Great Stump. At first, I was forbidden, but my mother, Covril, demanded I have my chance. I do not know what sparked her change of heart, as she herself had argued quite decisively for the opposing side. My hands shook. I would be the last speaker, and most seemed to have already made up their minds to open the Book of Translation. They considered me an afterthought.
And I knew that unless I spoke true, humanity would be left alone to face the Shadow. In that moment, my nervousness fled. I felt only a stillness, a calm sense of purpose. I opened my mouth, and I began to speak.
—from The Dragon Reborn, by Loial,
son of Arent son of Halan, of Stedding Shangtai
Prologue


Distinctions
Mandarb’s hooves beat a familiar rhythm on broken ground as Lan Mandragoran rode toward his death. The dry air made his throat rough and the earth was sprinkled white with crystals of salt that precipitated from below. Distant red rock formations loomed to the north, where sickness stained them. Blight marks, a creeping dark lichen.