David Gemmell Legend Award nominee 2014.
And it came to pass in those days, as it had come before and
would come again, that the Dark lay heavy on the land and weighed down
the hearts of men, and the green things failed, and hope died.
– from Charal Drianaan te Calamon, The Cycle of the Dragon
In the Field of Merrilor the rulers of the nations gather to join behind Rand al’Thor, or to stop him from his plan to break the seals on the Dark One’s prison – which may be a sign of his madness, or the last hope of humankind. Egwene, the Amyrlin Seat, leans toward the former.
In Andor, the Trollocs seize Caemlyn.
In the wolf dream, Perrin Aybara battles Slayer.
Approaching Ebou Dar, Mat Cauthon plans to visit his wife Tuon, now Fortuona, Empress of the Seanchan.
All humanity is in peril – and the outcome will be decided in Shayol Ghul itself. The Wheel is turning, and the Age is coming to its end. The Last Battle will determine the fate of the world...
For twenty years The Wheel of Time has enthralled more than forty million readers in over thirty-two languages. A Memory of Light brings this majestic fantasy creation to its richly satisfying conclusion.
Robert Jordan (real name James Oliver Rigney, Jr, 1948–2007) was born in Charleston, South Carolina, where he lived in a house built in 1797 with his wife Harriet, who works as a book editor. 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. A history buff, he also wrote dance and theater criticism. He enjoyed the outdoor sports of hunting, fishing, and sailing, and the indoor sports of poker, chess, pool, and pipe collecting. Jordan described himself as a ”High Church” Episcopalian.
He died of amyloidosis in 16th of September, 2007.
Robert Jordan had said that his pen names had all been chosen from ... (more)
Written by HourglassEyes 2014-01-25
Long as it is MoL filled me with longing when it ended. Never again I'll be able to read it for the "First Time" again. Wheel of Time has been an adventure, a long one...It made me laugh, and maybe cry a bit, it crushed my heart, left me bleed and brought me back to life, but kept a piece of my soul with it when the final page turned. 13 years of waiting on my behalf, so sorry for being bit sentimental.;) MoL is a fitting end to the saga and a long goodbye letter to the small gang of Two Rivers.