Actually, you don't have to create an account anywhere to get chapters 1 and 2, and the only reason you need to create an account to get the prologue is because you have to actually purchase it.I know the prologue and first couple chapters are available to those who are willing to create an account with some book company.
I'm not that way. I can wait, and enjoy the suspense. I can wait, and not create yet another account on yet another website, so they can send me junk mail. So, please enjoy yourselves without revealing any new book stuffs. :P
{Artur Hawkwing speaking} "We will drive these invaders out for you." His warhorse pranced, and he looked around, frowning. "Something is wrong here. Something holds me." Suddenly he turned his sharp-eyed gaze on Rand. "You are here. Have you the banner?" A murmur ran through those behind him.
"Yes." Rand tore open the straps of his saddlebags and pulled out the Dragon's banner. It filled his hands and hung almost to his stallion's knees. The murmur among the heroes rose.
"The Pattern weaves itself around our necks like halters," Artur Hawkwing said. "You are here. The banner is here. The weave of this moment is set. We have come to the Horn, but we must follow the banner. And the Dragon."
"Get out of my way," [Rand] grated. "I am not here for you!"
"The girl?" Ba'alzamon laughed. ... "Which one, Lews Therin? You will not have anyone to help you this time. ... "
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"They will not save you," Ba'alzamon said." "Those who might save you will be carried far across the Aryth Ocean. If you ever see them again, they will be collared slaves, and they will destroy you for their new masters."
I don't know about everyone else, but avoiding spoilers is a big reason I'm not posting much.
Being very careful what post to read to avoid spoilers, even in threads not marked for spoilers.
I think we need to open up the new book forum ASAP to give people somewhere to talk about it and leave everyone else to be a bit more at ease to post without being paranoid about spoilers.
Personally I don't intend to read the chapters being released, mostly as I want to read it all in one go, and secondly because I'm a tight ass.
I mean its going to get made eventually anyway, why not do it now that actual book chapters are out?
True, but does she have the ability to only Heal certain things and leave others untouched?I think it was pretty clear that Lanfear kept Rand alive as she was there, too.
Toral had me update the Rules stickied at the top of this forum. I hope this action dissuades anyone from posting spoilers outside threads not marked as such. I'm guessing that the book 14 forum will open soon enough.
True, but does she have the ability to only Heal certain things and leave others untouched?
I could be wrong, but I believe he has been Healed since he received that scar, but they were able to not remove it since he wanted to keep it.
Couldn't one of the Asha'man Heal some things and leave others untouched? Flinn, maybe?
Sammael was compact, solid and larger-seeming than he truly was, his stride quick and active, his manner abrupt. Blue-eyed and golden-haired, with a neat square-trimmed beard, he would perhaps have been above the ordinary in looks except for a slanting scar, as if a red-hot poker had been dragged across his face from hairline to jaw. He could have had it removed as soon as it was made, all those long years ago, but he had elected not to.
"He is Lews Therin Telamon reborn," Lanfear said just as softly, "and Lews Therin was as strong as any." Sammael absently rubbed the scar across his face; it had been Lews Therin who gave it to him. Three thousand years ago and more, well before the Breaking of the World, before the Great Lord was imprisoned, before so much, but Sammael never forgot.
The look Lanfear gave him bristled with contempt. "How many of us will be alive when the Great Lord is freed at last? Four gone already. Will he come after you next, Sammael? You might like that. You could finally get rid of that scar if you defeated him. But I forget. How many times did you face him in the War of Power? Did you ever win? I cannot seem to remember." Without pause she rounded on Graendal. "Or it might be you. He is reluctant to hurt women for some reason, but you won't even be able to make Asmodean's choice. You cannot teach him any more than a stone could. Unless he decides to keep you as a pet. That would be a change for you, would it not? Instead of deciding which of your pretties pleases you best, you could learn to please."
It was an effort not to stand up as straight as he could. He was not short, but it rankled that his height did not match his ability. Lews Therin had been a head taller than he; so was al’Thor. There was always an assumption that the taller man was the better. It took another effort not to touch the scar that slanted across his face from hairline to square-cut beard. Lews Therin had given him that; he kept it for a reminder. He suspected she had misunderstood his question on purpose, to bait him. "Lews Therin is long dead," he said harshly. "Rand al’Thor is a jumped-up farmboy, a choss–hauler who has been lucky."
Graendal maintained her vexed expression until the gateway closed behind Sammael, then allowed herself to tap her fingernails on the marble railing. With his golden hair Sammael might have been handsome enough to stand among her pets, if he would let Semirhage remove the burned furrow that slanted across his face; she was the only one remaining with the skill to do what would once have been a simple matter. It was an idle thought. The real question was whether her effort had paid off.