The Shadow Rising: Book Four of 'The Wheel of Time' by Robert Jordan (English) P

Description: The Shadow Rising by Robert Jordan The seals of Shayol Ghul are weak now, and the Dark One reaches out. The Shadow is rising to cover humankind, and Min sees portents of hideous doom. Meanwhile, in the Stone of Tear, the Lord Dragon considers his next move. FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description The Wheel of Time is now an original series on Prime Video, starring Rosamund Pike as Moiraine! In The Shadow Rising, the fourth novel in Robert Jordans #1 New York Times bestselling epic fantasy series, The Wheel of Time(R), Rand alThor now wields the sword Callandor. He is both the Champion of Light and the Dragon Reborn. Now, he seeks answers to another prophecy that lies with the warrior people known as the Aiel to put him on the path of learning how to wield the One Power. Accompanied by Moiraine Damodred, Rand arrives at the Aiel Waste and is granted permission by the Wise Ones to enter the sacred city of Rhuidean. After passing through a doorframe terangreal, Moiraine gains foresight while the Aiel await Rands return, either with both arms marked by dragon symbols, validating his identity as He Who Comes With the Dawn, the Chief of Chiefs of all the Aiel--or to never emerge at all. Since its debut in 1990, The Wheel of Time(R) has captivated millions of readers around the globe with its scope, originality, and compelling characters. The last six books in series were all instant #1 New York Times bestsellers, and The Eye of the World was named one of Americas best-loved novels by PBSs The Great American Read. The Wheel of Time(R)New Spring: The Novel#1 The Eye of the World#2 The Great Hunt#3 The Dragon Reborn#4 The Shadow Rising#5 The Fires of Heaven#6 Lord of Chaos#7 A Crown of Swords#8 The Path of Daggers#9 Winters Heart#10 Crossroads of Twilight#11 Knife of Dreams By Robert Jordan and Brandon Sanderson#12 The Gathering Storm#13 Towers of Midnight#14 A Memory of Light By Robert Jordan and Teresa PattersonThe World of Robert Jordans The Wheel of Time By Robert Jordan, Harriet McDougal, Alan Romanczuk, and Maria SimonsThe Wheel of Time Companion By Robert Jordan and Amy RomanczukPatterns of the Wheel: Coloring Art Based on Robert Jordans The Wheel of Time Author Biography ROBERT JORDAN (1948-2007) is best known for his internationally bestselling epic fantasy series The Wheel of Time(R), which has sold over 40 million copies in North America and is currently being adapted for the screen. A native of Charleston, Jordan graduated from The Citadel, the Military College of South Carolina, with a degree in physics. He served two tours in Vietnam with the U.S. Army and received multiple decorations for his service. Review Praise for Robert Jordan and The Wheel of Time(R) "His huge, ambitious Wheel of Time series helped redefine the genre." --George R. R. Martin, author of A Game of Thrones "Anyone whos writing epic of secondary world fantasy knows Robert Jordan isnt just a part of the landscape, hes a monolith within the landscape." --Patrick Rothfuss, author of the Kingkiller Chronicle series "The Eye of the World was a turning point in my life. I read, I enjoyed. (Then continued on to write my larger fantasy novels.)" --Robin Hobb, author of the award-winning Realm of the Elderlings series "Robert Jordans work has been a formative influence and an inspiration for a generation of fantasy writers." --Brent Weeks, New York Times bestselling author of The Way of Shadows "Jordans writing is so amazing! The characterization, the attention to detail!" --Clint McElroy, co-creator of the #1 podcast The Adventure Zone "[Robert Jordans] impact on the place of fantasy in the culture is colossal... He brought innumerable readers to fantasy. He became the New York Times bestseller list face of fantasy." --Guy Gavriel Kay, author of A Brightness Long Ago "Robert Jordan was a giant of fiction whose words helped a whole generation of fantasy writers, including myself, find our true voices. I thanked him then, but I didnt thank him enough." --Peter V. Brett, internationally bestselling author of The Demon Cycle series "I dont know anybody whos been as formative in crafting me as a writer as [Robert Jordan], and for that I will be forever grateful." --Tochi Onyebuchi, author of Riot Baby and War Girls "Ive mostly never been involved in any particular fandom, the one exception of course was The Wheel of Time." --Marie Brennan, author of the Memoirs of Lady Trent series "I owe Robert Jordan so much. Without him, modern fantasy would be bereft of the expansive, deep worlds and the giant casts which I love so dearly. Its not often I can look at another author and say: that person paved my way. But such is exactly the case with Jordan." --Jenn Lyons, author of The Ruin of Kings "You cant talk about epic fantasy without acknowledging the titanic influence Robert Jordan has had on the genre." --Jason Denzel, author of Mystic and founder of Dragonmount.com "Jordan has come to dominate the world Tolkien began to reveal." --The New York Times "The Wheel of Time [is] rapidly becoming the definitive American fantasy saga. It is a fantasy tale seldom equaled and still less often surpassed in English." --Chicago Sun-Times "Hard to put down for even a moment. A fittingly epic conclusion to a fantasy series that many consider one of the best of all time." --San Francisco Book Review "The most ambitious American fantasy saga [may] also be the finest. Rich in detail and his plot is rich in incident. Impressive work, and highly recommended." --Booklist "Recalls the work of Tolkien." --Publishers Weekly "This richly detailed fantasy presents fully realized, complex adventure. Recommended." --Library Journal "Jordan has come to dominate the world that Tolkien began to reveal." --The New York Times "Jordan is able to take ... familiar elements and make them his own, in a powerful novel of wide and complex scope. Open religious and political conflicts add a gritty realism, while the cities and courts provide plenty of drama and splendor. Women have a stronger role than in Tolkien.... Each character in this large cast remains distinct.... Their adventures are varied, and exciting.... The Eye of the World stands alone as a fantasy epic." --Locus "Robert Jordan has created a fantasy world as tangible and credible as history. He has a fine eye for detail and a vivid sense of drama." --Morgan Llewelyn "Robert Jordans The Eye of the World proves that theres still plenty of life in the ancient tradition of epic fantasy. Jordan has a powerful vision of good and evil-- but what strikes me as most pleasurable about The Eye of the World is all the fascinating people moving through a rich and interesting world." --Orson Scott Card "Jordans world is rich in detail and his plot is rich in incident. Impressive work, and highly recommended." --ALA Booklist Review Quote Robert Jordan writes with the stark vision of light and darkness, and sometimes childish sense of wonder, that permeates J.R.R. Tolkiens work. His style is undebatably his own. Excerpt from Book Shadow Rising, The CHAPTER 1 Seeds of Shadow T he Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose on the great plain called the Caralain Grass. The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was a beginning. North and east the wind blew beneath early morning sun, over endless miles of rolling grass and far-scattered thickets, across the swift-flowing River Luan, past the broken-topped fang of Dragonmount, mountain of legend towering above the slow swells of the rolling plain, looming so high that clouds wreathed it less than halfway to the smoking peak. Dragonmount, where the Dragon had died--and with him, some said, the Age of Legends--where prophecy said he would be born again. Or had been. North and east, across the villages of Jualdhe and Darein and Alindaer, where bridges like stone lacework arched out to the Shining Walls, the great white walls of what many called the greatest city in the world. Tar Valon. A city just touched by the reaching shadow of Dragonmount each evening. Within those walls Ogier-made buildings well over two thousand years old seemed to grow out of the ground rather than having been built, or to be the work of wind and water rather than that of even the fabled hands ofOgier stone-masons. Some suggested birds taking flight, or huge shells from distant seas. Soaring towers, flared or fluted or spiraled, stood connected by bridges hundreds of feet in the air, often without rails. Only those long in Tar Valon could avoid gaping like country folk who had never been off the farm. Greatest of those towers, the White Tower dominated the city, gleaming like polished bone in the sun. The Wheel of Time turns around Tar Valon , so people said in the city, and Tar Valon turns around the Tower . The first sight travelers had of Tar Valon, before their horses came in view of the bridges, before their river boat captains sighted the island, was the Tower reflecting the sun like a beacon. Small wonder then that the great square surrounding the walled Tower grounds seemed smaller than it was under the massive Towers gaze, the people in it dwindling to insects. Yet the White Tower could have been the smallest in Tar Valon, the fact that it was the heart of Aes Sedai power would still have overawed the island city. Despite their numbers, the crowd did not come close to filling the square. Along the edges people jostled each other in a milling mass, all going about their days business, but closer to the Tower grounds there were ever fewer people, until a band of bare paving stones at least fifty paces wide bordered the tall white walls. Aes Sedai were respected and more in Tar Valon, of course, and the Amyrlin Seat ruled the city as she ruled the Aes Sedai, but few wanted to be closer to Aes Sedai power than they had to. There was a difference between being proud of a grand fireplace in your hall and walking into the flames. A very few did go closer, to the broad stairs that led up to the Tower itself, to the intricately carved doors wide enough for a dozen people abreast. Those doors stood open, welcoming. There were always some people in need of aid or an answer they thought only Aes Sedai could give, and they came from far as often as near, from Arafel and Ghealdan, from Saldaea and Illian. Many would find help or guidance inside, though often not what they had expected or hoped for. Min kept the wide hood of her cloak pulled up, shadowing her face in its depths. In spite of the warmth of the day, the garment was light enough not to attract comment, not on a woman so obviously shy. And a good many people were shy when they went to the Tower. There was nothing about her to attract notice. Her dark hair was longer than when she was last in the Tower, though still not quite to her shoulders, and her dress, plain blue except for narrow bands of white Jaerecruz lace at neck and wrists, wouldhave suited the daughter of a well-to-do farmer, wearing her feastday best to the Tower just like the other women approaching the wide stairs. Min hoped she looked the same, at least. She had to stop herself from staring at them to see if they walked or held themselves differently. I can do it , she told herself. She had certainly not come all this way to turn back now. The dress was a good disguise. Those who remembered her in the Tower remembered a young woman with close-cropped hair, always in a boys coat and breeches, never in a dress. It had to be a good disguise. She had no choice about what she was doing. Not really. Her stomach fluttered the closer she came to the Tower, and she tightened her grip on the bundle clutched to her breast. Her usual clothes were in there, and her good boots, and all her possessions except the horse she had left at an inn not far from the square. With luck, she would be back on the gelding in a few hours, riding for the Ostrein Bridge and the road south. She was not really looking forward to climbing onto a horse again so soon, not after weeks in the saddle with never a days pause, but she longed to leave this place. She had never seen the White Tower as hospitable, and right now it seemed nearly as awful as the Dark Ones prison at Shayol Ghul. Shivering, she wished she had not thought of the Dark One. I wonder if Moiraine thinks I came just because she asked me? The Light help me, acting like a fool girl. Doing fool things because of a fool man! She mounted the stairs uneasily--each was deep enough to take two strides for her to reach the next--and unlike most of the others, she did not pause for an awed stare up the pale height of the Tower. She wanted this over. Inside, archways almost surrounded the large, round entry hall, but the petitioners huddled in the middle of the chamber, shuffling together beneath a flat-domed ceiling. The pale stone floor had been worn and polished by countless nervous feet over the centuries. No one thought of anything except where they were, and why. A farmer and his wife in rough woolens, clutching each others callused hands, rubbed shoulders with a merchant in velvet-slashed silks, a maid at her heels clutching a small worked-silver casket, no doubt her mistresss gift for the Tower. Elsewhere, the merchant would have stared down her nose at farm folk who brushed so close, and they might well have knuckled their foreheads and backed away apologizing. Not now. Not here. There were few men among the petitioners, which was no surprise to Min. Most men were nervous around Aes Sedai. Everyone knew it hadbeen male Aes Sedai, when there still had been male Aes Sedai, who were responsible for the Breaking of the World. Three thousand years had not dimmed that memory, even if time had altered many of the details. Children were still frightened by tales of men who could channel the One Power, men doomed to go mad from the Dark Ones taint on saidin , the male half of the True Source. Worst was the story of Lews Therin Telamon, the Dragon, Lews Therin Kinslayer, who had begun the Breaking. For that matter, the stories frightened adults, too. Prophecy said the Dragon would be born again in mankinds greatest hour of need, to fight the Dark One in Tarmon Gaidon, the Last Battle, but that made little difference in how most people looked at any connection between men and the Power. Any Aes Sedai would hunt down a man who could channel, now; of the seven Ajahs, the Red did little else. Of course, none of that had anything to do with seeking help from Aes Sedai, yet few men felt easy about being linked in any way to Aes Sedai and the Power. Few, that is, except Warders, but each Warder was bonded to an Aes Sedai; Warders could hardly be taken for the general run of men. There was a saying: "A man will cut off his own hand to get rid of a splinter before asking help from Aes Sedai." Women meant it as a comment on mens stubborn foolishness, but Min had heard some men say the loss of a hand might be the better decision. She wondered what these people would do if they knew what she knew. Run screaming, perhaps. And if they knew her reason for being here, she might not survive to be taken up by the Tower guards and thrown into a cell. She did have friends in the Tower, but none with power or influence. If her purpose was discovered, it was much less likely that they could help her than that she would pull them to the gallows or the headsman behind her. That was saying she lived to be tried, of course; more likely her mouth would be stopped permanently long before a trial. She told herself to stop thinking like that. Ill make it in, and Ill make it out. The Light burn Rand alThor for getting me into this! Three or four Accepted, women Mins age or perhaps a little older, were circulating through the round room, speaking softly to the petitioners. Their white dresses had no decoration except for seven bands of color at the hem, one band for each Ajah. Now and again a novice, a still younger woman or girl all in white, came to lead someone deeper into the Tower. The petitioners always followed the novices with an odd mix of excited eagerness and foot-dragging reluctance. Mins grip tightened on her bundle as one of the Accepted stopped infront of her. "The Light illumine you," the curly-haired woman said perfunctorily. "I am called Faolain. How may the Tower help you?" Faolains dark, round face held the patience of someone doing a t Details ISBN0765334674 Author Robert Jordan Short Title SHADOW RISING Language English ISBN-10 0765334674 ISBN-13 9780765334671 Media Book Format Paperback DEWEY FIC Residence Charleston, SC, US Birth 1948 Death 2007 Series Number 04 Year 2012 Publication Date 2012-10-02 Imprint Tor Books Audience Age 12 Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2012-10-02 NZ Release Date 2012-10-02 US Release Date 2012-10-02 UK Release Date 2012-10-02 Pages 960 Publisher St Martins Press Series Wheel of Time Subtitle Book Four of The Wheel of Time Illustrations Maps Audience Teenage / Young adult We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:45072368;

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