The Dragon Reborn (Wheel of Time Series #3)

The Dragon Reborn (Wheel of Time Series #3)

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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.

Winter has stopped the war—almost—yet men are dying, calling out for the Dragon. But where is he? In the Heart of the Stone lies the next great test of the Dragon reborn.

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ISBN-13: 9781429960168
Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
Publication date: 09/14/2002
Series: Wheel of Time Series
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 624
Sales rank: 9,055
File size: 2 MB

About the Author

ROBERT JORDAN (October 17, 1948–September 16, 2007) was born 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.

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 was 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 also wrote 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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The Dragon Reborn

By Robert Jordan

Tom Doherty Associates

Copyright © 1991 The Bandersnatch Group, Inc.
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ISBN: 978-1-4299-6016-8



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 in the Mountains of Mist. 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.

Down long valleys the wind swept, valleys blue with morning mist hanging in the air, some forested with evergreens, some bare where grasses and wildflowers would soon spring up. It howled across half-buried ruins and broken monuments, all as forgotten as those who had built them. It moaned in the passes, weatherworn cuts between peaks capped with snow that never melted. Thick clouds clung to the mountaintops so that snow and white billows seemed one.

In the lowlands winter was going or gone, yet here in the heights it held awhile, quilting the mountainsides with broad, white patches. Only evergreens clung to leaf or needle; all other branches stood bare, brown or gray against the rock and not yet quickened ground. There was no sound but the crisp rush of wind over snow and stone. The land seemed to be waiting. Waiting for something to burst.

Sitting his horse just inside a thicket of leatherleaf and pine, Perrin Aybara shivered and tugged his fur-lined cloak closer, as close as he could with a longbow in one hand and a great, half-moon axe at his belt. It was a good axe of cold steel; Perrin had pumped the bellows the day master Luhhan had made it. The wind jerked at his cloak, pulling the hood back from his shaggy curls, and cut through his coat; he wiggled his toes in his boots for warmth and shifted on his high-cantled saddle, but his mind was not really on the cold. Eyeing his five companions, he wondered if they, too, felt it. Not the waiting they had been sent there for, but something more.

Stepper, his horse, shifted and tossed his head. He had named the dun stallion for his quick feet, but now Stepper seemed to feel his rider's irritation and impatience. I am tired of all this waiting, all this sitting while Moiraine holds us as tight as tongs. Burn the Aes Sedai! When will it end?

He sniffed the wind without thinking. The smell of horse predominated, and of men and men's sweat. A rabbit had gone through those trees not long since, fear powering its run, but the fox on its trail had not killed there. He realized what he was doing, and stopped it. You'd think I would get a stuffed nose with all this wind. He almost wished he did have one. And I wouldn't let Moiraine do anything about it, either.

Something tickled the back of his mind. He refused to acknowledge it. He did not mention his feeling to his companions.

The other five men sat their saddles, short horsebows at the ready, eyes searching the sky above as well as the thinly treed slopes below. They seemed unperturbed by the wind flaring their cloaks out like banners. A twohanded sword hilt stuck up above each man's shoulder through a slit in his cloak. The sight of their bare heads, shaven except for topknots, made Perrin feel colder. For them, this weather was already well into spring. All softness had been hammered out of them at a harder forge than he had ever known. They were Shienarans, from the Borderlands up along the Great Blight, where Trolloc raids could come in any night, and even a merchant or a farmer might well have to take up sword or bow. And these men were no farmers, but soldiers almost from birth.

He sometimes wondered at the way they deferred to him and followed his lead. It was as if they thought he had some special right, some knowledge hidden from them. Or maybe it's just my friends, he thought wryly. They were not as tall as he, nor as big — years as a blacksmith's apprentice had given him arms and shoulders to make two of most men's — but he had begun shaving every day to stop their jokes about his youth. Friendly jokes, but still jokes. He would not have them start again because he spoke of a feeling.

With a start, Perrin reminded himself that he was supposed to be keeping watch, too. Checking the arrow nocked to his longbow, he peered down the valley running off to the west, widening as it fell away, the ground streaked with broad, twisted ribbons of snow, remnants of winter. Most of the scattered trees down there still clawed the sky with stark winter branches, but enough evergreens — pine and leatherleaf, fir and mountain holly, even a few towering greenwoods — stood on the slopes and the valley floor to give cover for anyone who knew how to use it. But no one would be there without a special purpose. The mines were all far to the south or even further north; most people thought there was ill luck in the Mountains of Mist, and few entered them who could avoid it. Perrin's eyes glittered like burnished gold.

The tickling became an itch. No!

He could push the itch aside, but the expectation would not go. As if he teetered on a brink. As if everything teetered. He wondered whether something unpleasant lay in the mountains around them. There was a way to know, perhaps. In places like this, where men seldom came, there were almost always wolves. He crushed the thought before it had a chance to firm. Better to wonder. Better than that. Their numbers were not many, but they had scouts. If there was anything out there, the outriders would find it. This is my forge; I'll tend it, and let them tend theirs.

He could see further than the others, so he was first to spot the rider coming from the direction of Tarabon. Even to him the rider was only a spot of bright colors on horseback winding its way through the trees in the distance, now seen, now hidden. A piebald horse, he thought. And not before time! He opened his mouth to announce her — it would be a woman; each rider before had been — when Masema suddenly muttered, "Raven!" like a curse.

Perrin jerked his head up. A big black bird was quartering over the treetops no more than a hundred paces away. Its quarry might have been carrion dead in the snow or some small animal, yet Perrin could not take the chance. It did not seem to have seen them, but the oncoming rider would soon be in its sight. Even as he spotted the raven, his bow came up, and he drew — fletchings to cheek, to ear — and loosed, all in one smooth motion. He was dimly aware of the slap of bowstrings beside him, but his attention was all on the black bird.

Of a sudden it cartwheeled in a shower of midnight feathers as his arrow found it, and tumbled from the sky as two more arrows streaked through the place where it had been. Bows half-drawn, the other Shienarans searched the sky to see if it had a companion.

"Does it have to report," Perrin asked softly, "or does ... he ... see what it sees?" He had not meant anyone to hear, but Ragan, the youngest of the Shienarans, less than ten years his elder, answered as he fitted another arrow to his short bow.

"It has to report. To a Halfman, usually." In the Borderlands there was a bounty on ravens; no one there ever dared assume any raven was just a bird. "Light, if Heartsbane saw what the ravens saw, we would all have been dead before we reached the mountains." Ragan's voice was easy; it was a matter of every day to a Shienaran soldier.

Perrin shivered, not from the cold, and in the back of his head something snarled a challenge to the death. Heartsbane. Different names in different lands — Soulsbane and Heartfang, Lord of the Grave and Lord of the Twilight — and everywhere Father of Lies and the Dark One, all to avoid giving him his true name and drawing his attention. The Dark One often used ravens and crows, rats in the cities. Perrin drew another broadhead arrow from the quiver on his hip that balanced the axe on the other side.

"That may be as big as a club," Ragan said admiringly, with a glance at Perrin's bow, "but it can shoot. I would hate to see what it could do to a man in armor." The Shienarans wore only light mail, now, under their plain coats, but usually they fought in armor, man and horse alike.

"Too long for horseback," Masema sneered. The triangular scar on his dark cheek twisted his contemptuous grin even more. "A good breastplate will stop even a pile arrow except at close range, and if your first shot fails, the man you're shooting at will carve your guts out."

"That is just it, Masema." Ragan relaxed a bit as the sky remained empty. The raven must have been alone. "With this Two Rivers bow, I'll wager you don't have to be so close." Masema opened his mouth.

"You two stop flapping your bloody tongues!" Uno snapped. With a long scar down the left side of his face and that eye gone, his features were hard, even for a Shienaran. He had acquired a painted eyepatch on their way into the mountains during the autumn; a permanently frowning eye in a fiery red did nothing to make his stare easier to face. "If you can't keep your bloody minds on the bloody task at hand, I'll see if extra flaming guard duty tonight will bloody settle you." Ragan and Masema subsided under his stare. He gave them a last scowl that faded as he turned to Perrin. "Do you see anything yet?" His tone was a little gruffer than he might have used with a commander put over him by the King of Shienar, or the Lord of Fal Dara, yet there was something in it of readiness to do whatever Perrin suggested.

The Shienarans knew how far he could see, but they seemed to take it as a matter of course, that and the color of his eyes, as well. They did not know everything, not by half, but they accepted him as he was. As they thought he was. They seemed to accept everything and anything. The world was changing, they said. Everything spun on the wheels of chance and change. If a man had eyes a color no man's eyes had ever been, what did it matter, now?

"She's coming," Perrin said. "You should just see her now. There." He pointed, and Uno strained forward, his one real eye squinting, then finally nodded doubtfully.

"There's bloody something moving down there." Some of the others nodded and murmured, too. Uno glared at them, and they went back to studying the sky and the mountains.

Suddenly Perrin realized what the bright colors on the distant rider meant. A vivid green skirt peeking out beneath a bright red cloak. "She's one of the Traveling People," he said, startled. No one else he had ever heard of dressed in such brilliant colors and odd combinations, not by choice.

The women they had sometimes met and guided even deeper into the mountains included every sort: a beggar woman in rags struggling afoot through a snowstorm; a merchant by herself leading a string of laden packhorses; a lady in silks and fine furs, with red-tasseled reins on her palfrey and gold worked on her saddle. The beggar departed with a purse of silver — more than Perrin thought they could afford to give, until the lady left an even fatter purse of gold. Women from every station in life, all alone, from Tarabon, and Ghealdan, and even Amadicia. But he had never expected to see one of the Tuatha'an.

"A bloody Tinker?" Uno exclaimed. The others echoed his surprise.

Ragan's topknot waved as he shook his head. "A Tinker wouldn't be mixed in this. Either she's not a Tinker, or she is not the one we are supposed to meet."

"Tinkers," Masema growled. "Useless cowards."

Uno's eye narrowed until it looked like the pritchel hole of an anvil; with the red painted eye on his patch, it gave him a villainous look. "Cowards, Masema?" he said softly. "If you were a woman, would you have the flaming nerve to ride up here, alone and bloody unarmed?" There was no doubt she would be unarmed if she was of the Tuatha'an. Masema kept his mouth shut, but the scar on his cheek stood out tight and pale.

"Burn me, if I would," Ragan said. "And burn me if you would either, Masema." Masema hitched at his cloak and ostentatiously searched the sky.

Uno snorted. "The Light send that flaming carrion eater was flaming alone," he muttered.

Slowly the shaggy brown-and-white mare meandered closer, picking a way along the clear ground between broad snowbanks. Once the brightly clad woman stopped to peer at something on the ground, then tugged the cowl of her cloak further over her head and heeled her mount forward in a slow walk. The raven, Perrin thought. Stop looking at that bird and come on, woman. Maybe you've brought the word that finally takes us out of here. If Moiraine means to let us leave before spring. Burn her! For a moment he was not sure whether he meant the Aes Sedai, or the Tinker woman who seemed to be taking her own time.

If she kept on as she was, the woman would pass a good thirty paces to one side of the thicket. With her eyes fixed on where her piebald stepped, she gave no sign that she had seen them among the trees.

Perrin nudged the stallion's flanks with his heels, and the dun leaped ahead, sending up sprays of snow with his hooves. Behind him, Uno quietly gave the command, "Forward!"

Stepper was halfway to her before she seemed to become aware of them, and then she jerked her mare to a halt with a start. She watched as they formed an arc centered on her. Embroidery of eye-wrenching blue, in the pattern called a Tairen maze, made her red cloak even more garish. She was not young — gray showed thick in her hair where it was not hidden by her cowl — but her face had few lines, other than the disapproving frown she ran over their weapons. If she was alarmed at meeting armed men in the heart of mountain wilderness, though, she gave no sign. Her hands rested easily on the high pommel of her worn but well-kept saddle. And she did not smell afraid.

Stop that! Perrin told himself. He made his voice soft so as not to frighten her. "My name is Perrin, good mistress. If you need help, I will do what I can. If not, go with the Light. But unless the Tuatha'an have changed their ways, you are far from your wagons."

She studied them a moment more before speaking. There was a gentleness in her dark eyes, not surprising in one of the Traveling People. "I seek an ... a woman."

The skip was small, but it was there. She sought not any woman, but an Aes Sedai. "Does she have a name, good mistress?" Perrin asked. He had done this too many times in the last few months to need her reply, but iron was spoiled for want of care.

"She is called. ... Sometimes, she is called Moiraine. My name is Leya."

Perrin nodded. "We will take you to her, Mistress Leya. We have warm fires, and with luck something hot to eat." But he did not lift his reins immediately. "How did you find us?" He had asked before, each time Moiraine sent him out to wait at a spot she named, for a woman she knew would come. The answer would be the same as it always was, but he had to ask.

Leya shrugged and answered hesitantly. "I ... knew that if I came this way, someone would find me and take me to her. I ... just ... knew. I have news for her."

Perrin did not ask what news. The women gave the information they brought only to Moiraine.

And the Aes Sedai tells us what she chooses. He thought. Aes Sedai never lied, but it was said that the truth an Aes Sedai told you was not always the truth you thought it was. Too late for qualms, now. Isn't it?

"This way, Mistress Leya," he said, gesturing up the mountain. The Shienarans, with Uno at their head, fell in behind Perrin and Leya as they began to climb. The Borderlanders still studied the sky as much as the land, and the last two kept a special watch on their backtrail.

For a time they rode in silence except for the sounds the horses' hooves made, sometimes crunching through old snowcrust, sometimes sending rocks clattering as they crossed bare stretches. Now and again Leya cast glances at Perrin, at his bow, his axe, his face, but she did not speak. He shifted uncomfortably under the scrutiny, and avoided looking at her. He always tried to give strangers as little chance to notice his eyes as he could manage.

Finally he said, "I was surprised to see one of the Traveling People, believing as you do."

"It is possible to oppose evil without doing violence." Her voice held the simplicity of someone stating an obvious truth.

Perrin grunted sourly, then immediately muttered an apology. "Would it were as you say, Mistress Leya."

"Violence harms the doer as much as the victim," Leya said placidly. "That is why we flee those who harm us, to save them from harm to themselves as much for our own safety. If we do violence to oppose evil, soon we would be no different from what we struggle against. It is with the strength of our belief that we fight the Shadow."

Perrin could not help snorting. "Mistress, I hope you never have to face Trollocs with the strength of your belief. The strength of their swords will cut you down where you stand."


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Table of Contents


PROLOGUE: Fortress of the Light,
1 Waiting,
2 Saidin,
3 News from the Plain,
4 Shadows Sleeping,
5 Nightmares Walking,
6 The Hunt Begins,
7 The Way Out of the Mountains,
8 Jarra,
9 Wolf Dreams,
10 Secrets,
11 Tar Valon,
12 The Amyrlin Seat,
13 Punishments,
14 The Bite of the Thorns,
15 The Gray Man,
16 Hunters Three,
17 The Red Sister,
18 Healing,
19 Awakening,
20 Visitations,
21 A World of Dreams,
22 The Price of the Ring,
23 Sealed,
24 Scouting and Discoveries,
25 Questions,
26 Behind a Lock,
27 Tel'aran'rhiod,
28 A Way Out,
29 A Trap to Spring,
30 The First Toss,
31 The Woman of Tanchico,
32 The First Ship,
33 Within the Weave,
34 A Different Dance,
35 The Falcon,
36 Daughter of the Night,
37 Fires in Cairhien,
38 Maidens of the Spear,
39 Threads in the Pattern,
40 A Hero in the Night,
41 A Hunter's Oath,
42 Easing the Badger,
43 Shadowbrothers,
44 Hunted,
45 Caemlyn,
46 A Message Out of the Shadow,
47 To Race the Shadow,
48 Following the Craft,
49 A Storm in Tear,
50 The Hammer,
51 Bait for the Net,
52 In Search of a Remedy,
53 A Flow of the Spirit,
54 Into the Stone,
55 What Is Written in Prophecy,
56 People of the Dragon,

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The Dragon Reborn is the third book of the Wheel of Time series by author Robert Jordan. After reading the book I was both very happy with some parts and somewhat disappointed with other parts. But overall The Dragon Reborn was a very good book. I strongly recommend reading the first two books of the series as to not be confused with what is happening in this book. Even having read the first two books readers will be confused and mislead until about the middle of this book because of the way Jordan puts everything together, but the book is more exciting for that reason because you never know what will happen next. As with all of his other books Robert Jordan puts a lot of detail into his book in terms of setting and characters, and this lets the reader delve deeper into the story itself. The Dragon Reborn is a continuation of Rand trying to fulfill prophesies of the Dragon, but he tries to do it alone and leaves his companions to try and track him down so he doesn't get himself killed. As with the previous two books this one is also a cross between The Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter but it only has a few chapters that have anything to do with magic, while the rest of the book is fighting monsters and traveling. With the complexity of the book it is geared more towards a young adult to adult audience, and not recommended to a younger audience, first of all for its complexity but it also has some stronger language and scenes that are for the most part inappropriate for children. In all a great read that would make the reader want to continue on with the series until the end. The one bad part about this book is the abrupt ending. I would definitely recommend this book to any fantasy fan.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved this book. It continues the sage well, but the ebook version here is frustrating. The chapter functions (pages left in the chapter counters) never worked, and since the ebooks add so many "pages" to the reading experience it made figuring out whether or not to start a new chapter before going to bed harder for me than the e-versions of other books in this series that I have bought. I realize that ebooks cost a bit more than paperbacks, but with that I expect all of the functionality of the ebooks I buy to be spot on. This particular book was a bit glitchy as well (would often get stuck in certain pages and cause headaches for even continuing onto the next page in spots. Very annoying). Not the best ebook I have ever bought, but the story is great and I am excited to read the next in the series. Hope the quality of the ebook is a bit more on par with books 1-2.
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This book is astounding. It grabs you quickly and never lets go. It's also nice to see more of the characters other than Rand. Mat especially becomes far more interesting than in the previous books. The characters are excellent, the story unpredictable,and the world massive and detailed. Go out and buy this now.
Griffin_Clark More than 1 year ago
I am late to the whole Wheel of Time show. I read The Eye of the World several years ago, and was highly impressed with it. I read The Great Hunt shortly after and found it to be almost as good as the first, which says a lot, but somehow I stopped reading this series after that. I was sidetracked by other books and series such as the Song of Ice and Fire. But as I am a bit burnt out of that series at the moment, I decided to go ahead and pick up book 3, The Dragon Reborn. Wow, was I missing out! The Dragon Reborn is an incredible book. I was happy with the way it brings the reader in, and brings up little reminders of what has happened so far so that I was actually not lost at all in the thick plot, and trust me it is thick! Jordan has some excellent characters here! From the mysterious Aes Sedei, Moraine, to the quiet and mentally troubled Rand, this book is filled with interesting characters, all with their own motives and vices. Trust me when I tell you that you will be thinking about these characters almost as if they are real people by the end of the book. It is a fairly large book, coming in at around 700 pages, but it goes very quickly. The pacing of this book is the perfect blend of action and drama. I finished the book in just 4 days, and I don't have a whole lot of time to read during the day, so most of my reading was down in the wee hours of the night, but it was well worth it because this book is just that good. I honestly could not find any flaws with the book, besides a few typos here and there. I don't like to go into plot in my reviews, but I will say that if you are a fan of the series thus far, The Dragon Reborn does not dissapoint. In fact, I enjoyed it as much as book 1. If you are new to this series than you need to start with book 1, otherwise you will be lost, but read quickly because this book only makes the saga better and much, much deeper. I highly recommend this book. It is incredible. I have started book 4 and it is incredible thus far. This entire saga is worth your time. It is massive, and Mr. Sanderson is still working on the final installment, after the unfortunate passing of Robert Jordan, but it is well worth your time. Buy it. Read it.
Andreas Apostolopoulos More than 1 year ago
A little slow towards he middle but more than made up for at the expertly woven piece of whats definitely shaping out to be a series for the ages
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Dont judge the book by random peoples reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I fell in love with Jordan's characters after Rand saved his father from Trolloc's... this third book follows his struggles and adds new depth to his fellow Emond's Fielder's. You will find the money well spent to follow these brave young people on their quest to find themselves and save the world.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I have been struggling through his third book and I am on page 500 and this book has gone nowhere. I only wish I could get a refund on the time I spent reading it.
Guest More than 1 year ago
First 2 books were OK. This one nothing happens and is one of the most boring books I have ever read. Even the ending or so called climax is boring and so predictable. Everything in this book is just repetitive of everything that happened in the first two. I refuse to be suckered in by reading the fourth book. Goodbye and good riddance to the Wheel of Time.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The arrangements a bit clearer
kayceel on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Rand al'Thor must seize Callandor - a powerful sa'angreal prophesied to herald the Dragon Reborn - in order to declare himself, but there are a hell of a lot of distractions and roadblocks in his way...In this third book in the Wheel of Time series, things start moving along more quickly, though all the characters seem to be scattered all over the map. The Amrylin Seat herself sends Nynaeve and Egwene after the Black Ajah (and ultimately into Tear, with Elayne along, of course); Mat runs from Tar Valon with a letter for the queen of Andor from Elayne and begins to discover just how lucky her really is; Perrin, with Moiraine, Lan and Loyal, chases after Rand, fearing for his life, and meets the "falcon" about whom Min has warned him; and we meet more of the Aiel, whom I adore.Things are becoming much more sinister: more Black Ajah, more Forsaken, and the Seanchan are gearing up for another shot at invading. I love this series!Recommended.
atimco on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The Dragon Reborn, third in Robert Jordan's epic Wheel of Time series, has yet more sprawling storylines, cultures, and quests. The action this time revolves around Callandor, a sword that only the Dragon can pluck from its place in the Stone of Tear. This very Arthurian sword-in-the-stone motif doesn't preclude plenty of other plotlines, however. Perrin, Moiraine, and Loial are chasing Rand, who abandoned the Shienaran camp early in the story. Nynaeve, Egwene, and Elayne are commissioned by the Amyrlin Seat herself to hunt down the Black Ajah and events lead them to Tear, just in time for Rand to claim Callandor. Mat is there too, trailed by an uncanny string of luck and doing his best to convince himself he's not concerned about anyone but himself. Mmhmm.A lot happens for the characters in this installment. Rand is finally beginning to accept that he is indeed the Dragon Reborn ¿ though that doesn't mean he trusts Moiraine and the other Aes Sedai a single bit more than he did before. Though Rand is the title character, he is distant in this book; most of the story is told from the perspectives of other characters. Much of it is Mat, which is a lot of fun as we haven't seen his perspective really at all in the first two books. He is finally fully healed from from the corruption of the Shadar Logoth blade ¿ it's about time! Elayne and Egwene pass through the arches at the White Tower and we see how their experiences in the previous book shape their characters now. We have more new characters, as usual. I think Faile will turn out quite well; she has some engaging flaws and makes a nice counterpart to Perrin.Events thicken in the larger world: the Forsaken are starting to take an active part in the story rather than being whispered rumors. Add to this assassination plots, skirmishes with the Children of the Light, the World of Dreams, the revelation that the Aiel are the People of the Dragon, and you have a classic Robert Jordan fantasy. This really is more of the same as the first two books, and whether or not that sounds like a negative observation depends on how much you like Jordan's epic style. I think I would be happy to immerse myself in it, were it not for some disturbing polygamous relationships looming ahead (yep, I've inadvertently bumped into some spoilers). So I'm hesitant to jump in too deeply, in case I should wish to get back to shore...I read too fast. This is a complicated series, but this is just the third book and already the plotlines are blurring together for me. I will need to make a concerted effort to slow my pace; there's just too much going on to blaze through. It will be interesting to see where things go from here. The Shadow Rising, here I come!
opinion8dsngr on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
While still interesting and worth reading, this episode in the series just didn't seem as entertaining as the first, second, and fourth (no word on the later issues yet). Still, it does introduce some new characters and character developments and is a necessary stepping stone, so make of it what you will.
clong on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
As had frequently been noted, the early books of the Wheel of Time series were much more satisfying reads than the later books. The Dragon Reborn was a breakthrough book in the series: Mat (especially), Perrin, and the "Wondergirls" receive the lion's share of the POVs and all become more complex, more intriguing, and more sympathetic characters. The Forsaken take on a more active role, and we begin to understand their at times cooperative, and at other times competitive actions. And the book moves quickly, building to another highly satisfying climax, which answers some questions while at the same time raising others. After the uneven and at times just plain bad recent books in this series, Jordan doesn't seem to get much respect from serious fantasy readers these days. But there is no way to dismiss the remarkable achievement of the early Wheel of TIme books, and I think The Dragon Reborn should be considered one of the best.
NicolBolas on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This book picks up the story from The Great Hunt almost seamlessly. The book hints at even more possibilities and twists. Rand is hardly present in this self-titled book! Lanfear is not the only Forsaken loose, and we are introduced to many new aspects of the shadow. The Forsaken seem like they are rebelling against Shai Tan, the dark one, Ba¿alzamon. This book is a race to retrieve Callandor. However, the campanions from Emond¿s Field, separated and scattered about the globe find themselves together by the end of the text. The world of dreams is further explored by Perrin in his ¿wolf-dreams¿ (accompanied by Hopper his wolf friend that died protecting him in book two), and Egwene, with a ter-angreal ring made of twisted stone, explores the limits of the dream world Ter al athoid. The majority of the action revolves around Matt and the three younger women (Nynaeve, Egwene, and Elayne). The action was slow, and with the exception of introductions to new pieces of legend or magical beasts, mostly boring character development fills the seven hundred pages of this fantasy brick. New additions include Grey men and Darkhounds. The Darkhounds are more interesting, being oversized hell-hounds that are harder to kill than Myrddraal (the eyeless half-men) and even more deadly. Grey men are almost totally normal, they are soulless, and they are the dark one¿s personal assassins.I think the reason I was so disappointed in this book is that Matt adnt he three girls were the main characters¿not Rand. Rand made very brief appearances and I missed him as a character. On the bright side, Matt is much more interesting now. The three girls become more powerful, yet still pretty darn snippy. It was an ¿OK¿ read, but very disappointing compared to the first two in the series. I will have to shelve this series for a while.
jpsnow on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Book three in the Wheel of Time series. The characters succeed in separate adventures, ultimately meeting together again at the end.
rbtwinky on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Not as enjoyable as The Great Hunt for my third time through. I enjoyed seeing so much of Perrin and his perdicament with Faile. The girls from the White Tower were less of a draw this time, although it's nice to see them on the hunt for the Black Ajah, and to try to figure out who is and who isn't. Also, the final event in the Stone made a lot more sense to me this time (again because of slowing down I think).
whiskerkid on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Epic. Thats the only words I have to describe it. A work so in depth and vast, Jordan must have been looking in on it from the sky, like a kid staring at ants. Jordan was a master of fantasy, and the world is all the more dull without him.
EssFair on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Looks like the series is not going to be a trilogy.
molliewatts on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Rand al'Thor has been proclaimed the Dragon Reborn, but not everyone knows or believes. In Tear, where channeling and anything to do with the One Power is outlawed, lies the Heart of Stone, an impregnable fortress housing the mysterious sword Callandor - the taking of Callandor and the fall of the Stone are two of the many signs of the return of the Dragon. It is to Tear that Rand travels alone, abandoning the friends he fears to harm, along the way battling the forces of the Dark, both in his dreams and in real life. Moiraine, Lan, and Perrin follow Rand to Tear, hoping to meet him there. On the other side of the world, Egwene, Nynaeve, and Elayne are in the White Tower training as Accepted, but soon they find themselves journeying to Tear, as well, on the trail of the Black Ajah and most certainly headed for a trap.Jordan's third book in his Wheel of Time series finds the cast of characters again traveling the world over as they move ever forward in their destinies of fighting the Shadow. Rand is still conflicted, as are Perrin and Matt, but all three seem to be slowly succombing to their fates. New characters are introduced, such as the Aiel, who will play much bigger roles in the coming books.
DaddyPupcake on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed this book and couldn't wait to finish it to start on the next book in the series. I was surprised that the book didn't really deal that much with Rand, but rather the actions of the others from Emond's Field. I am looking forward to seeing how the people in Jordan's fantasy world will view Rand now that he will be more well known as the Dragon Reborn.
JechtShot on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The Wheel of Time spins hastily onwards... The Dragon Reborn is the third installment in Robert Jordan's fantasy series. In this novel, the main characters split off into three groups very early on and we follow them until the requisite character convergence occurs for the final epic battle. I was a bit disappointed that the focus shifts away from Rand al'Thor for a great majority of the story, but the book still delivers. Next stop: The Shadow Rising.
draigwen on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This is the third book in the series and I found quite disappointing compared to the first two. I began to find I didn't really care about half the characters and only one or two did I really like. It was still a good book though, and I look forward to the next one. It just follows after two excellent books and had a lot to live up to.
AdamBourke on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This has to be the best book in the series so far. Although there is still a prologue, it is much more readable and integral to the plot of the book than in the second in the series (although the prologue of that book is relavant to the plot of this one). Other than that there seems to be a pattern developing here, fulfill a prophecy and defeat the dark one. For that we'll have to wait until book four for more information.In this book, as well written as the others if not better, there is everything that a fantasy of this kind should have; magic, swordery and political strife. Although it doesn't quite get 10/10, since I was able to put it down to do other things, this is amongst the best epic fantasy books i've read. It sets a high standard for future authors to reach for, and which few have reached in the genre. I eagerly look forward to reading the next books.Apologies for the shorter review here, but it's difficult to describe the thrill of the story in this book. Read it, and you will understand. This is one of the first times I have been unable to say much about a book, and to be frank, I hope to be in this position again in the series...