Robert Jordan’s The Eye of the World is getting an audiobook narration from Rosamund Pike.
The actress will lend her voice to the audiobook manufacturing from Macmillan Audio, which is ready to launch on Nov. 16. Pike additionally stars within the Amazon Prime Video collection adaptation.
The Eye of the World was revealed in 1990 and is the primary quantity of Jordan’s The Wheel of Time epic fantasy basic. The Wheel of Time spans 14 novels — the final three had been accomplished by Brandon Sanderson after Jordan died in 2007 — and has bought greater than 90 million copies internationally, rating because the biggest-selling fantasy collection since The Lord of the Rings.
The story chronicles the journey of Moiraine, a member of an all-female group known as the Aes Sedai, as she embarks on a harmful journey with 5 younger women and men villagers. Moiraine she believes one in all the 5 villagers is prophesied to be the Dragon Reborn, who will both save humanity or destroy it.
Followers of the The Wheel of Time may also have the ability to watch the difference from Amazon, premiering on Nov. 19. Sony Photos TV is co-producing and Rafe Judkins (Brokers of S.H.I.E.L.D.), who tailored the books for TV, serving as showrunner. Judkins may also government producer.
Rick Selvage and Larry Mondragon of Purple Eagle Leisure, Ted Discipline and Mike Weber of Radar Photos (Beirut, Jumanji: Welcome to the Jungle) and Darren Lemke (Shrek Eternally After) government produce the collection. Harriet McDougal is a consulting producer.
Pike stars as Moiraine Damodred within the collection, with Marcus Rutherford, Josha Stradowski and Zoë Robins additionally starring.
Under, THR shares a primary pay attention of an audiobook excerpt narrated by Pike and the accompanying textual content from Jordan’s The Eye of the World.
The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and move, leaving recollections that turn into legend. Legend fades to fantasy, and even fantasy is lengthy forgotten when the Age that gave it delivery comes once more. In a single Age, known as the Third Age by some, an Age but to come back, an Age long gone, a wind rose within the Mountains of Mist. The wind was not the start. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time. However it was a starting.
Born beneath the ever cloud-capped peaks that gave the mountains their title, the wind blew east, out throughout the Sand Hills, as soon as the shore of an important ocean, earlier than the Breaking of the World. Down it flailed into the Two Rivers, into the tangled forest known as the Westwood, and beat at two males strolling with a cart and horse down the rock-strewn monitor known as the Quarry Street. For all that spring ought to have come a superb month since, the wind carried an icy chill as if it might slightly bear snow.
Gusts plastered Rand al’Thor’s cloak to his again, whipped the earth- coloured wool round his legs, then streamed it out behind him. He wished his coat had been heavier, or that he had worn an additional shirt. Half the time when he tried to tug the cloak again round him it caught on the quiver swinging at his hip. Attempting to carry the cloak one-handed didn’t do a lot good anyway; he had his bow within the different, an arrow nocked and prepared to attract.
As a very robust blast tugged the cloak out of his hand, he glanced at his father over the again of the shaggy brown mare. He felt a bit of silly about desirous to reassure himself that Tam was nonetheless there, but it surely was that type of day. The wind howled when it rose, however except for that, quiet lay heavy on the land. The gentle creak of the axle sounded loud by comparability. No birds sang within the forest, no squirrels chittered from a department. Not that he anticipated them, actually; not this spring.
Solely bushes that saved leaf or needle by the winter had any inexperienced about them. Snarls of final yr’s bramble unfold brown webs over stone out- crops beneath the bushes. Nettles numbered most among the many few weeds; the remainder had been the types with sharp burrs or thorns, or stinkweed, which left a rank odor on the unwary boot that crushed it. Scattered white patches of snow nonetheless dotted the bottom the place tight clumps of bushes saved deep shade. The place daylight did attain, it held neither energy nor heat. The pale solar sat above the bushes to the east, however its mild was crisply darkish, as if blended with shadow. It was a clumsy morning, made for disagreeable ideas.
With out considering he touched the nock of the arrow; it was prepared to attract to his cheek in a single easy motion, the best way Tam had taught him. Winter had been dangerous sufficient on the farms, worse than even the oldest people remembered, but it surely should have been harsher nonetheless within the mountains, if the variety of wolves pushed down into the Two Rivers was any information. Wolves raided the sheep pens and chewed their manner into barns to get the cattle and horses. Bears had been after the sheep, too, the place a bear had not been seen in years. It was now not secure to be out after darkish. Males had been the prey as usually as sheep, and the solar didn’t all the time must be down.
Tam was taking regular strides on the opposite facet of Bela, utilizing his spear as a strolling workers, ignoring the wind that made his brown cloak flap like a banner. From time to time he touched the mare’s flank evenly, to remind her to maintain shifting. Together with his thick chest and broad face, he was a pillar of actuality in that morning, like a stone in the course of a drifting dream. His sun- roughened cheeks could be lined and his hair have solely a sprinkling of black among the many grey, however there was a solidness to him, as if a flood may wash round him with out uprooting his toes. He stumped down the highway now impassively. Wolves and bears had been all very nicely, his method stated, issues that any man who saved sheep should pay attention to, however they’d finest not attempt to cease Tam al’Thor attending to Emond’s Discipline.
With a responsible begin Rand returned to watching his facet of the highway, Tam’s matter-of-factness reminding him of his job. He was a head taller than his father, taller than anybody else within the district, and had little of Tam in him bodily, besides maybe for a breadth of shoulder. Grey eyes and the reddish tinge to his hair got here from his mom, so Tam stated. She had been an outlander, and Rand remembered little of her except for a smiling face, although he did put flowers on her grave yearly, at Bel Tine, within the spring, and at Sunday, in the summertime.
Two small casks of Tam’s apple brandy rested within the lurching cart, and eight bigger barrels of apple cider, solely barely onerous after a winter’s curing. Tam delivered the identical yearly to the Winespring Inn to be used throughout Bel Tine, and he had declared that it might take greater than wolves or a chilly wind to cease him this spring. Even so they’d not been to the village for weeks. Not even Tam traveled a lot nowadays. However Tam had given his phrase concerning the brandy and cider, even when he had waited to make supply till the day earlier than Pageant. Maintaining his phrase was essential to Tam. Rand was simply glad to get away from the farm, nearly as glad as concerning the coming of Bel Tine.
As Rand watched his facet of the highway, the sensation grew in him that he was being watched. For some time he tried to shrug it off. Nothing moved or made a sound among the many bushes, besides the wind. However the feeling not solely persevered, it grew stronger. The hairs on his arms stirred; his pores and skin prickled as if it itched on the within.
He shifted his bow irritably to rub at his arms, and instructed himself to cease letting fancies take him. There was nothing within the woods on his facet of the highway, and Tam would have spoken if there had been something on the opposite. He glanced over his shoulder . . . and blinked. No more than twenty spans again down the highway a cloaked determine on horseback adopted them, horse and rider alike black, boring and ungleaming.
It was extra behavior than anything that saved him strolling backward alongside the cart even whereas he seemed.
The rider’s cloak lined him to his boot tops, the cowl tugged nicely ahead so no a part of him confirmed. Vaguely Rand thought there was some- factor odd concerning the horseman, but it surely was the shadowed opening of the hood that fascinated him. He may see solely the vaguest outlines of a face, however he had the sensation he was wanting proper into the rider’s eyes. And he couldn’t look away. Queasiness settled in his abdomen. There was solely shadow to see within the hood, however he felt hatred as sharply as if he may see a snarling face, hatred for the whole lot that lived. Hatred for him most of all, for him above all issues.
