Half the time when he tried to tug the cloak back around him it caught on the quiver swinging at his hip. He wished his coat were heavier, or that he had worn an extra shirt.

Gusts plastered Rand al’Thor’s cloak to his back, whipped the earth-colored wool around his legs, then streamed it out behind him. For all that spring should have come a good month since, the wind carried an icy chill as if it would rather bear snow. Down it flailed into the Two Rivers, into the tangled forest called the Westwood, and beat at two men walking with a cart and horse down the rock-strewn track called the Quarry Road. But it was a beginning.īorn below the ever cloud-capped peaks that gave the mountains their name, the wind blew east, out across the Sand Hills, once the shore of a great ocean, before the Breaking of the World. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time. In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose in the Mountains of Mist. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend.

When The Two Rivers is attacked by Trollocs-a savage tribe of half-men, half-beasts- five villagers flee that night into a world they barely imagined, with new dangers waiting in the shadows and in the light. What was, what will be, and what is, may yet fall under the Shadow. In the Third Age, an Age of Prophecy, the World and Time themselves hang in the balance. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth returns again. The Wheel of Time turns and Ages come and go, leaving memories that become legend. Let the Dragon ride again on the winds of time. The Wheel of Time turns and Ages come and pass. THE EYE OF THE WORLD BY ROBERT JORDAN What is The Eye of the World About?

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