Lord of Chaos (Wheel of Time Series #6)

Lord of Chaos (Wheel of Time Series #6)

by Robert Jordan

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Since its debut in 1990, The Wheel of Time® by Robert Jordan has captivated millions of readers around the globe with its scope, originality, and compelling characters.

The Wheel of Time turns and Ages come and go, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth returns again. In the Third Age, an Age of Prophecy, the World and Time themselves hang in the balance. What was, what will be, and what is, may yet fall under the Shadow.

On the slopes of Shayol Ghul, the Myrddraal swords are forged, and the sky is not the sky of this world;

In Salidar the White Tower in exile prepares an embassy to Caemlyn, where Rand Al'Thor, the Dragon Reborn, holds the throne--and where an unexpected visitor may change the world....

In Emond's Field, Perrin Goldeneyes, Lord of the Two Rivers, feels the pull of ta'veren to ta'veren and prepares to march...

Morgase of Caemlyn finds a most unexpected, and quite unwelcome, ally....And south lies Illian, where Sammael holds sway...

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ISBN-13: 9780812513752
Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
Publication date: 11/15/1995
Series: Wheel of Time Series
Edition description: REV
Pages: 1024
Sales rank: 44,344
Product dimensions: 6.70(w) x 4.30(h) x 1.70(d)
Age Range: 12 - 18 Years

About the Author

Robert Jordan was born in 1948 in Charleston, South Carolina. He taught himself to read when he was four with the incidental aid of a twelve-years-older brother, and was tackling Mark Twain and Jules Verne by five. He is a graduate of The Citadel, the Military College of South Carolina, with a degree in physics. He served two tours in Vietnam with the U.S. Army; among his decorations are the Distinguished Flying Cross with bronze oak leaf cluster, the Bronze Star with "V" and bronze oak leaf cluster, and two Vietnamese Gallantry Crosses with palm. A history buff, he has also written dance and theater criticism and enjoyed the outdoor sports of hunting, fishing, and sailing, and the indoor sports of poker, chess, pool, and pipe collecting.

Robert Jordan began writing in 1977 and went on to write The Wheel of Time®, one of the most important and best selling series in the history of fantasy publishing with over 14 million copies sold in North America, and countless more sold abroad.

Robert Jordan died on September 16, 2007, after a courageous battle with the rare blood disease amyloidosis.

Date of Birth:

October 17, 1948

Date of Death:

September 16, 2007

Place of Birth:

Charleston, South Carolina

Place of Death:

Charleston, South Carolina


B.S. in physics, The Citadel, 1974

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Lord of Chaos

By Robert Jordan

Tom Doherty Associates

Copyright © 1994 The Bandersnatch Group, Inc.
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ISBN: 978-1-4299-6053-3


Lion on the Hill

The 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 among brown-thicketed hills in Cairhien. 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.

Westward the wind blew over abandoned villages and farms, many only jumbles of charred timber. War had racked Cairhien, war and civil war, invasion and chaos, and even now that it was done, insofar as it was done, only a handful began to trickle back to their homes. The wind held no moisture, and the sun tried to sear away what little remained in the land. Where the small town of Maerone faced larger Aringill across the River Erinin, the wind crossed into Andor. Both towns baked, and if more prayers for rain rose in Aringill, where refugees from Cairhien jammed inside the walls like fish in a cask, even the soldiers packed around Maerone offered up words to the Creator, sometimes drunkenly, sometimes fervently. Winter should have been beginning to send out tendrils, the first snows long past, and those who sweated feared the reason it was not so, though few dared voice those fears.

Westward the wind blew, stirring drought-shriveled leaves on the trees, riffling the surface of shrinking streams bordered in hard-baked mud. There were no burned-out ruins in Andor, but villagers eyed the swollen sun nervously and farmers tried not to look at fields that had produced no fall crops. Westward, until the wind passed across Caemlyn, lifting two banners above the Royal Palace, in the heart of the Ogier-built Inner City. One banner floated red as blood, upon it a disc divided by a sinuous line, half white, half black as deep as the white was brilliant. The other banner slashed snow white across the sky. The figure on it, like some strange golden-maned, four-legged serpent, sun-eyed and scaled scarlet and gold, seemed to ride on the wind. It was a close question which of the two caused more fear. Sometimes, the same breast that held fear, held hope. Hope of salvation and fear of destruction, from the same source.

Many said Caemlyn was the second most beautiful city in the world, and not only Andorans, who often named it first, over ranking Tar Valon itself. Tall round towers marched along the great outer wall of gray stone streaked silver and white, and within rose even taller towers, and domes of white and gold gleaming in the pitiless sun. The city climbed over hills to its center, the ancient Inner City, encircled by its own shining white wall, containing its own towers and domes, purple and white and gold and glittering tile mosaics, that looked down on the New City, well under two thousand years old.

As the Inner City was the heart of Caemlyn, and more than merely by being its center, the Royal Palace was the heart of the Inner City, a gleeman's tale of snowy spires and golden domes and stonework like lace. A heart that beat in the shadow of those two banners.

Stripped to the waist and balanced easily on the balls of his feet, at the moment Rand was no more aware that he was in a white-tiled courtyard of the Palace than he was of the onlookers among the surrounding colonnades. Sweat slicked his hair to his skull, rolled down his chest. The half-healed round scar on his side ached fiercely, but he refused to acknowledge it. Figures like that on the white banner overhead twined around his forearms, glittering metallically red-and-gold. Dragons, the Aiel called them, and others were taking up the name. He was dimly aware of the heron branded neatly into each of his palms, but only because he could feel them against the long hilt of his wooden practice sword.

He was one with the sword, flowing from stance to stance without thought, boots scraping softly on the pale tiles. Lion on the Hill became Arc of the Moon became Tower of Morning. Without thought. Five sweating, bare-chested men circled him, sidestepping warily from stance to stance, practice swords shifting. They were all he was really aware of. Hard-faced and confident, they were the best he had found so far. The best since Lan went. Without thought, as Lan had taught him. He was one with the sword, one with the five men.

Abruptly he ran forward, the encircling men moving rapidly to keep him centered. Just at the moment when that balance teetered on breaking, when at least two of the five had begun to shift toward breaking it, he suddenly turned in midstep and was running the other way. They tried to react, but it was too late. With a loud clack he caught the downstroke of a practice sword on his own blade of bundled lathes; simultaneously his right foot took the grizzled-haired man next over in the belly. Grunting, the man bent double. Locked blade to blade, Rand forced his broken-nosed opponent to turn, kicking the doubled-over man again as they went around. Grizzle-hair went down gasping for air. Rand's opponent tried to back away to use his blade, but that freed Rand's blade to spiral around his — The Grapevine Twines — and thrust hard against his chest, hard enough to knock him off his feet.

Only heartbeats had passed, few enough that just now were the other three closing in. The first, a quick squat little man, belied his stature by leaping over broken-nose with a yell as broken-nose toppled. Rand's practice blade took him across the shins, half upending him, then again across the back, driving him down to the paving stones.

That left only two, but they were the two best, a limber pole of a man whose sword moved like a serpent's tongue, and a heavy shaven-headed fellow who never made a mistake. They separated immediately, to come at Rand from two sides, but he did not wait. Quickly he closed with the skinny man; he had only moments before the other rounded the fallen.

The skinny man was good as well as fast; Rand offered gold for the best, and they came. He was tall for an Andoran, though Rand overtopped him by a hand, yet height had little bearing with the sword. Sometimes strength did. Rand went at him in all-out attack; the man's long face tightened as he gave ground. The Boar Rushes Down the Mountain crashed through Parting the Silk, broke Lightning of Three Prongs, and the bundled lathes slashed hard against the side of the man's neck. He fell with a strangled grunt.

Immediately Rand threw himself down and to the right, rolling up to his knees on the paving stones, blade streaking into The River Undercuts the Bank. The shaven-headed man was not fast, but somehow he had anticipated. Even as Rand's lathe blade swept across the fellow's wide middle, the man's own blade cracked down on Rand's head.

For a moment Rand wavered, his vision a blur of black flecks. Shaking his head in an effort to clear his eyes, he used the practice sword to push himself to his feet. Panting hard, the shaven-headed man watched him cautiously.

"Pay him," Rand said, and wariness left the shaven-headed man's face. Needless wariness. As if Rand had not promised an extra day's coin to any man who managed to strike him. Triple to any who defeated him one-to-one. It was a way to make sure nobody held back to flatter the Dragon Reborn. He never asked their names, and if they took the omission amiss, so much the better if it made them try harder. He wanted opponents to test him, not become friends. The friends he did have would curse the hour they met him one day, if they did not already. The others were stirring, too; a man "killed" was to stay where he lay until it was all done, an obstruction as a real corpse would be, but the squat man was having to help grizzle-hair up, and having trouble standing unaided himself. The limber fellow worked his head around, wincing. There would be no more practice today. "Pay them all."

A ripple of clapping and praise ran through the watchers among the narrow fluted columns, lords and ladies in colorful silks heavy with elaborate embroidery and braid. Rand grimaced and tossed his sword aside. That lot had all been toadeaters to Lord Gaebril when Queen Morgase — their queen — was little more than a prisoner in this palace. Her palace. But Rand needed them. For the moment. Clutch the bramble, and you will be pricked, he thought. At least, he hoped it was his thought.

Sulin, the wiry white-haired leader of Rand's escort of Aiel Maidens of the Spear, leader of the Maidens this side of the Spine of the World, pulled a gold Tar Valon mark from her belt pouch, tossed it with a grimace that drew at the nasty scar on the side of her face. The Maidens did not like Rand handling a sword, even a practice blade. They did not approve of any sword. No Aiel did.

The shaven-headed man caught the coin, and answered Sulin's blue-eyed stare with a careful bow. Everyone was careful around the Maidens, in their coats and breeches and soft, laced boots of browns and grays made to fade into the bleak landscape of the Waste. Some had begun adding shades of green, to suit what they called the wetlands despite the drought. Compared to the Aiel Waste, it was still wet; few Aiel had seen water they could not step across before leaving the Waste, and bitter feuds had been fought over pools two or three paces wide.

Like any Aiel warrior, like the twenty other light-eyed Maidens around the courtyard, Sulin kept her hair cut short except for a tail on the nape of her neck. She carried three short spears and a round bull-hide buckler in her left hand, and a pointed heavy-bladed knife at her belt. Like any Aiel warrior, down to those the age of Jalani, all of sixteen and with traces of baby fat still on her cheeks, Sulin knew how to use those weapons well, and would on slight provocation, at least as folk this side of the Dragonwall saw it. Except for her, the Maidens watched everyone, every piercework screened window and pale stone balcony, every shadow. Some had short curved bows of horn with arrows nocked, and more shafts ready in bristling quivers worn at the waist. Far Dareis Mai, the Maidens of the Spear, carried the honor of their prophesied Car'a'carn, if sometimes in their own peculiar way, and not a one of them but would die to keep Rand alive. The thought made his stomach boil in its own acid.

Sulin continued tossing the gold with a sneer — it pleased Rand to use Tar Valon coins for this debt — another for shaven-head, one for each of the others. Aiel approved of most wetlanders little more than of swords, and that took in anyone not born and bred Aiel. For most Aiel, that would have included Rand despite his Aiel blood, but there were the Dragons on his arms. One marked a clan chief, earned by risking life on strength of will; two marked the Car'a'carn, the chief of chiefs, He Who Comes With the Dawn. And the Maidens had other reasons for approval.

Gathering up practice swords, shirts and coats, the men bowed their way from his presence. "Tomorrow," Rand called after them. "Early." Deeper bows acknowledged the order.

Before the bare-chested men were gone from the courtyard, the Andoran nobles swept out of the colonnades, a rainbow of silks crowding around Rand, dabbing at sweaty faces with lace-trimmed handkerchiefs. They made Rand's bile rise. Use what you must use, or let the Shadow cover the land. Moiraine had told him that. He almost preferred the honest opposition of the Cairhienin and Tairens to this lot. That nearly made him laugh, calling what those did honest.

"You were wonderful," Arymilla breathed, lightly laying a hand on his arm. "So quick, so strong." Her big brown eyes seemed even more melting than usual. She was apparently fool enough to think him susceptible: her green gown, covered with vines in silver, was cut low by Andoran standards, which meant it showed a hint of cleavage. She was pretty, but easily old enough to be his mother. None of them was any younger, and some older, but all competed at licking Rand's boots.

"That was magnificent, my Lord Dragon." Elenia nearly elbowed Arymilla aside. That smile looked odd on the honey-haired woman's vulpine face; she had the reputation of a termagant. Not around Rand, of course. "There has never been a swordsman like you in the history of Andor. Even Souran Maravaile, who was Artur Hawkwing's greatest general and husband to Ishara, first to sit on the Lion Throne — even he died when confronted by only four swordsmen. Assassins, in the twenty-third year of the War of the Hundred Years. Though he did kill all four." Elenia seldom missed a chance to point out her knowledge of Andor's history, especially in areas where not much was known, like the war that had broken Hawkwing's empire apart after his death. At least today she did not add justifications of her claims to the Lion Throne.

"Just a bit of bad luck at the end," Elenia's husband, Jarid, put in jovially. He was a square man, dark for an Andoran. Embroidered scrollwork and golden boars, the sign of House Sarand, covered the cuffs and long collars of his red coat, and the White Lions of Andor the long sleeves and high neck of Elenia's matching red gown. Rand wondered whether she thought he would not recognize the lions for what they were. Jarid was High Seat of his House, but all the drive and ambition came from her.

"Marvelously well done, my Lord Dragon," Karind said bluntly. Her shimmery gray dress, cut as severely as her face but heavy with silver braid on sleeves and hem, almost matched the streaks through her dark hair. "You surely must be the finest swordsman in the world." Despite her words, the blocky woman's flat-eyed look was like a hammer. Had she had brains to match her toughness, she would have been dangerous.

Naean was a slim, palely beautiful woman, with big blue eyes and waves of gleaming black hair, but the sneer she directed at the five departing men was a fixture. "I suspect they planned it out beforehand so one would manage to strike you. They will divide the extra coin among them." Unlike Elenia, the blue-clad woman with the silver Triple Keys of House Arawn climbing her long sleeves never mentioned her own claims to the throne, not where Rand could hear. She pretended to be content as High Seat of an ancient House, a lioness pretending to be content as a housecat.

"Can I always count on my enemies not to work together?" he asked quietly. Naean's mouth worked in surprise; she was hardly stupid, yet seemed to think those who opposed her should roll onto their backs as soon as she confronted them, and seemed to take it as a personal affront when they did not.

One of the Maidens, Enaila, ignored the nobles to hand Rand a thick length of white toweling to wipe his sweat away. A fiery redhead, she was short for an Aiel, and it grated at her that some of these wetlander women were taller than she. The majority of the Maidens could stare most of the men in the room straight in the eyes. The Andorans did their best to ignore her too, but their pointed looks elsewhere made the attempts glaring failures. Enaila walked away as if they were invisible.

The silence lasted just moments. "My Lord Dragon is wise," Lord Lir said with a small bow and a slight frown. The High Seat of House Baryn was blade-slender and blade-strong in a yellow coat adorned with gold braid, but too smoothly unctuous, too smooth altogether. Nothing but those occasional frowns ever sullied that surface, as if he was unaware of them, yet he was hardly the only one to give Rand strange looks. They all looked at the Dragon Reborn in their midst with wondering disbelief sometimes. "One's enemies usually do work together sooner or later. One must identify them before they have the chance to."

More praise for Rand's wisdom flowed from Lord Henren, blocky, bald and hard-eyed, and from gray-curled Lady Carlys, with her open face and devious mind, from plump giggly Daerilla, and thin-lipped nervous Elegar, and nearly a dozen others who had held their tongues while those more powerful spoke.

The lesser lords and ladies fell silent as soon as Elenia opened her mouth once more. "There is always the difficulty of knowing your enemies before they make themselves known. It is often too late, then." Her husband nodded sagely.

"I always say," Naean announced, "that who does not support me, opposes me. I've found it a good rule. Those who hang back may be waiting until your back is turned to plant a dagger."

This was hardly the first time they had tried to secure their own places by casting suspicion on any lord or lady not standing with them, but Rand wished he could stop them short of telling them to stop. Their attempts to play the Game of Houses were feeble compared to the sly maneuverings of Cairhienin, or even Tairens, and they were irritating besides, but there were thoughts he did not want them to have yet. Surprisingly, aid came from white-haired Lord Nasin, the High Seat of House Caeren.


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Table of Contents


PROLOGUE: The First Message,
1 Lion on the Hill,
2 A New Arrival,
3 A Woman's Eyes,
4 A Sense of Humor,
5 A Different Dance,
6 Threads Woven of Shadow,
7 A Matter of Thought,
8 The Storm Gathers,
9 Plans,
10 A Saying in the Borderlands,
11 Lessons and Teachers,
12 Questions and Answers,
13 Under the Dust,
14 Dreams and Nightmares,
15 A Pile of Sand,
16 Tellings of the Wheel,
17 The Wheel of a Life,
18 A Taste of Solitude,
19 Matters of Toh,
20 From the Stedding,
21 To Shadar Logoth,
22 Heading South,
23 To Understand a Message,
24 An Embassy,
25 Like Lightning and Rain,
26 Connecting Lines,
27 Gifts,
28 Letters,
29 Fire and Spirit,
30 To Heal Again,
31 Red Wax,
32 Summoned in Haste,
33 Courage to Strengthen,
34 Journey to Salidar,
35 In the Hall of the Sitters,
36 The Amyrlin Is Raised,
37 When Battle Begins,
38 A Sudden Chill,
39 Possibilities,
40 Unexpected Laughter,
41 A Threat,
42 The Black Tower,
43 The Crown of Roses,
44 The Color of Trust,
45 A Bitter Thought,
46 Beyond the Gate,
47 The Wandering Woman,
48 Leaning on the Knife,
49 The Mirror of Mists,
50 Thorns,
51 The Taking,
52 Weaves of the Power,
53 The Feast of Lights,
54 The Sending,
55 Dumai's Wells,
EPILOGUE: The Answer,

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Lord of Chaos (Wheel of Time Series #6) 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 576 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Despite this being the 6th book in the series the storyline & character development are still going strong. This book adds a few new twists but stays true to plot outlined in the earlier books. It's neither predictable nor disappointing.
Guest More than 1 year ago
One of Jordan's amazing atributes is the ability to whisk you away to another world. If you want to go. If you're not big into fantasy, you'll die reading these books, out of simple bordom. Personally, I love fantasy. When I started reading Wheel of Time, it was hard to read one, and unthinkable to read another after it--it burned me out, and I never thought I could re-read these books. I could re-read Lord of Chaos. Simply put, this book was the best of all the series up to this point. It's gotten some flack simply because people don't really have any taste. Robert Jordan only proves his worth with this book. This book is probably the largest of the entire series, but I'm not complaining--there's only more to enjoy.
TinotendaChabudapasi More than 1 year ago
In this sequel to Robert Jordans (R.I.P) epic tale "The Fires of Heaven" a New York Times best seller , we are emerged in the world of the wheel of time . Rand Al'Thor the Dragon Reborn attemps to unite the land against the rising shadow as the Chosen plot his downfall , in order to free the Dark Lord from his prison . Rand Gathers a group of men Asha'man who can channel but who are doomed to go mad in order to combat his growing number of enemies Back in his hometown after it has been ravaged by Trollocs and whitecloaks Perrin Aybara can feel the pull from Rand as danger approaches him from unknown places . This is Robert Jordan writting at his best and is a true piece of art worthy of praise, and totally worth a read by anyone.
Guest More than 1 year ago
From what I've seen from both series I would say they are both on par, because there were some things Tolkein did better than JOrdan, and vice versa. Tolkein was able to make a grand theme palatable to the human imagination, but at the same time that you could relate to the characters there were a good many things you couldn't. And having a song every five pages can lead to some dry reading. With Jordan, his characters have more human weaknesses, but you can truely feel a kinship with the characters. It's one of the few books I actually found myself talking to the characters (thought, mostly it was because I was pissed off at them for being stupid. You know, like humans tend to be about their own lives.) And Jordan's grammer is at times a bit tricky, whereas Tolkeins is flawless. They both are great reads in their own right. It demeans both series to try and figure out which was better. Just respect each series by its own merits, and stop bickering. There are better things to argue about than two authors.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The story keeps getting better. For every question answered, 10 more are brought up. Really enjoying this series
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
"THERE ARE NO BEGININGS OR ENDINGS TO THE WHEEL OF TIME…But there is ¿N ENDING…& ¿LORD OF CHAOS?¿ is most definitely the best of the series, with it's build-up to ›¿THE GREATEST ENDING Of ANY BOOK I'VE READ!‹¿” "The books are nice and long but always enthralling. I always find something NEW with every read-thru {& it gets EVEN BETTER with your 2nd read, & the 3rd, …4th, …*e†c.*…!" ]|[“So kneel to the LORD DRAGON…or you WILL BE KNELT!?”]|[ ——————¿}¿Rogue al'Thor¿{–Jona†han Kindahl?¿}—¿
Guest More than 1 year ago
For lights sake... do all of you little and weak minded fools need your mother and father to spoon feed you these books for you to understand them? I cant believe all you people are saying that Lord of Choasis a pointless and WORTHLESS book! You should be smacked. READ IT! If you dont understand it too friggin bad so stop reading it go back to childrens books. EVERYONE of these books has major points added to it so if you even say ONE is useless you might as well say that the very first book was worse then the paper that you wipe your crack with. These books are just as good, if not BETTER, like in my mind, then The Lord of the Rings. So if you arent swayed by morons who say these books are getting pointless read the series.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I have read many series including Shannara, Dragonlance Chronicles, The Lord of the Rings and so on and so forth. Lord of Chaos makes Wheel of Time the king of the 90's in fantasy. Lord of the Rings is the only fantasy series better but Tolkien is God. I recommend this to anyone who likes fantasy and don't mind reading something almost as long as War and Peace. The whole Wheel of Time series I give 5 stars but this book is the highpoint of the series so far.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Best book of the series
Guest More than 1 year ago
Topnotch voice performers Kate Reading and Michael Kramer give virtuoso readings for Book Six of Robert Jordan's phenomenally popular 'The Wheel of Time'series. Reading and Kramer have read all of the titles in this series, much to the pleasure of audio book fans. When a performer is a continuing part of a series he comes to 'own the roles,' so to speak. Thus, it is with Reading and Kramer. Their familiar voices are heard each time with shivers of excitement as listeners wonder what will happen next in the amazing fantasy world created by Jordan. With 'Lord of Chaos' we find Rand continuing in his battle against evil in the form of the Dark One. Initially we little suspected that Rand, the son of a farmer, was to become the Dragon Reborn and do battle for good. However, he has more than risen to the challenge but now he prepares for the Last Battle in which the Dark One must be destroyed or humankind lost. Listen, and be astounded by the machinations of Aes Sedai, a strange sisterhood and marvel at the plagues of weather that threaten to consume the land. Fantasy fans will find 'Lord Of Chaos' to be one more thoroughly enjoyable adventure into the mystical, magical world created by Robert Jordan.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I just finished reading Lord of Chaos and loved it! With each chapter you become more and more involved in the story line, and the lives and emotions of the characters. I don't want to ruin any parts of the book by mentioning any details, so I will just say that I would strongley suggest buying this book, and the rest of the series.
NightEdge More than 1 year ago
I started reading the Wheel of time series about 6-7 years with the "Dragon Reborn." I didn't really understand it because I WAS starting from book 3, but I did enjoy it nonetheless. Now 7 years later, I have started reading the series again from the beginning and I can safely say it's a hell of an awesome ride. The Lord of Chaos develops the characters and story even further and not to spoil anything, has a few suprises, both good and bad.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book really draws you into the plot and brings you along for a ride that is enjoyable and thrilling. It is part of a series and you need to read the books before it to get the full effect of what is going on in the book. There is a little intro but the books before it really get you into what is going on in the book.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I understand why people complain about the length of these books, but personally, I enjoy the challenge of the length. I really liked all of the books in the series I've read so far. I think they are beautifully written and create a depth to the characters that some other books cannot compare to. The detail is wonderful and contributes to the overall picture you get when you read. This is especially true if you see the actions in your minds eye when you read. There could be a little less detail that contributes to the length but otherwise, they are very good.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Certainly not just 'Lord of Chaos,' but the entire Wheel of Time Series, contain some of the best fantasy literature on the market. Great reads, every one of them.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I really thought this book was good,along with the rest of the Wheel of Time Series, but some people really underestimate Tolkien (michaelanderson)He is a great author, and if you can't tell than you really are not much of a reviewer.I love the rest of the series and I hope Jordan keeps writing.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Out of all the books this one is mainly about the forsaken, and what they are doing to kill Rand. The good guys are secondary players in this book until pages 500-600. Then it gets interesting, Min finally gets to see Rand again, she hasn't seen him since the beginning of book three. The last part of the book is great, that is it's only redeeming factor.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is a very good book, along with the rest of the series, and I would recommend it to anyone who likes fantasy/sceince-fiction. But to all these people who say The Wheel of Time is better than Tolkien, I must say you're wrong. I've read The Lord of the Rings many times before I started The Wheel of Time, and I think Jordan missed a few basics that Tolkien covered very well. In LOTR friendships, for example, are really strong. In The Wheel of Time, friendships seem to have decreased from the beginning. Rand, Mat, and Perrin aren't those three good friends they used to be. Egwene and Rand lost theur feelings for each other long ago. Nyneave and Elayne are bickering a lot. But, Perrin and Faile seem to love each other a lot. So, if you haven't read the Wheel of Time, you should. It's a great series, but I'm just saying to all those people who think it's better than Tolkien, it's not.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book has been the best in the series yet. It has characters you love to hate, and at certain parts you will have your teeth knawing. Rand's love life becomes more hectic with Min, and the Aes Sedai have tried to bite him. They broke their teeth. Jordan continues a brilliant series, and this book is simply the best yet.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Simply amazing. Robert Jordan shows yet again that he only produces the best. Robert Jordan's epic emanates sheer power. Plot flows weave in and out around the main characters creating a world reminiscent of Tolkien's Middle Earth. Jordan shows his skill in character development again, with the most complex characters ever written. Rand al'Thor surpasses Ahab in complexity. Fans of the genre, fans of reading, fans of entertainment, why, anyone at all should read this book.
Guest More than 1 year ago
The most exciting of all the Wheel of Time novels, and easily one of the best fantasy novels of all time. The entire Wheel of Time world is so deep, complex, and believable that one feels he/she -knows- the characters. Not an easy feat.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Robert Jordan has done it again. He has masterfully put together another book to his spectacular series. There are some amazing new developements to the series and noone will regret reading this one. It's the best one yet. Five stars all the way.
Guest More than 1 year ago
The Lord of Chaos is one of the best books ever written, it goes deeper into the world of magic Jordan has created. It is filled with new exciting twists in the plot and involves new characters. If you've ever liked fantasy and don't mind 600-1000 page books, you need to read this series. This book, where Lan and Nyaneve meet up again is simply the best!! If you don't mind violence, love, twisting and intriguing plots, occasionally silly characters, and mixed messages, READ this book!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is an excellent continuation of Jordan's series
Guest More than 1 year ago
Robert Jordan weaves a web of intrigue and suspense in this world of magic and mayhem. The characters of this story have been wonderfully conceived, growing into real people as you read who you will both love and hate. Nations of people, whose cultures and traditions become so real you can imagine them in your own world. Definetely my favorite of all time, and it will make your best seller list too!