Wheel of Time series Volume 12 The Storm Gathers

Author: Robert Jordan, Brandon Sanderson

Renald Fanwar was sitting on the porch of his house, warming the sturdy black oak chair his grandson had made for him two years ago. Renald was looking north.
To black-silver clouds.
He'd never seen anything like this before. They covered the entire northern horizon, high into the sky. They were not gray. They were black and silver. Dark as an underground cellar at midnight, thundering storm heads. Striking silver lights shone between them; lightning that makes no sound.
The air was thick. Heavy with dust and dirt odors. With the scents of dry leaves and rain that refuses to fall. Spring has come. But their crops did not grow. Not even a single sprout dared to raise its head above the soil.
He rose slowly from his chair, creaking the boards; The chair swayed slowly behind him. Renald walked to the edge of the porch. He chewed on his pipe, even though it was extinguished. He couldn't be bothered with burning it again. Those clouds fascinated him. They were so black. Like the smoke of a brush fire, but no fire had smoke piled that high. Anyway, what about the silver clouds? They were swelling among the black clouds. Just like the places where polished steel shines on the surface of soot-covered metal.



Number of Pages: 944

Year of Print: 2016


Language: Turkish
Publisher: İthaki Publications

First Print Year: 2010

Number of Pages: 944

Language Turkish