Couldnt we camp down by the lakes? Nynaeve asked, patting her face with her kerchief. It must be cooler down by the water.Light, Mat said, Id just like to stick my head in one of them. I might never take it out.Just then something roiled the waters of the nearest lake, the dark water phosphorescing as a huge body rolled beneath the surface. Length on man-thick length sent ripples spreading, rolling on and on until at last a tail rose, waving a point like a wasps stinger for an instant in the twilight, at least five spans into the air. All along that length fat tentacles writhed like monstrous worms, as many as a centipedes legs. It slid slowly beneath the surface and was gone, only the fading ripples to say it had ever been.Rand closed his mouth and exchanged a look with Perrin. Perrins yellow eyes were as disbelieving as he knew his own must be. Nothing that big could live in a lake that size. Those couldnt have been hands on those tentacles. They couldnt have been.On second thought, Mat said faintly, I like it right here just fine.
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Robert Jordan was a 20th-century American fantasy writer. James Oliver Rigney Jr., better known by his pen name Robert Jordan, was an American author of epic fantasy. He is best known as the author of The Wheel of Time series, which comprises 14 books and a prequel novel. Read more on Wikipedia →