By Robert Jordan
Les morts marchent, les hommes meurent, et il semble que l. a. réalité elle-même soit devenue instable. Tout cela ne peut signifier qu'une selected : Tarmon Gai'don, l. a. Dernière Bataille, où Rand Al'Thor, le Dragon Réincarné, seul espoir de l'humanité, devra affronter le Ténébreux, est imminente. Rand veut d'abord en finir avec le problème posé par les Seanchans, ce peuple guerrier venu de l'autre côté de l'océan. Mais le hazard ne s'arrête pas là et ses ennemis sont nombreux, y compris tout près de lui... Les Réprouvés sont prêts à tout pour le faire tomber et se distinguer aux yeux de leur maître.
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