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As the seals on the Dark One's prison crumble and the armies of the Shadow boil out of the Blight, Perrin Aybara, hunted by specters from his past, must seek answers in "Tel'aran'rhiod" and find a way to master the wolf within him--or lose himself to it forever. Meanwhile, Matrim Cauthon prepares for the most difficult challenge of his life ... as The Tower of Ghenjei awaits.… (meer)
Whew! I'm worn out. Sanderson really hit his stride with this one. The 'voice' of the story seems like Jordan, but Sanderson's influence has really added to the story. ( )
Not totally sure how I feel about this one. Parts of it I really enjoyed. And it's engaging and well written. Sanderson definitely figured out his pacing better here than in The Gathering Storm.
But. All the heavy-handed Rand=Jesus stuff is really boring and unoriginal. The tech and such from Aviendha's visions of the future felt too much like the Alloy of Law Mistborn books (also by Sanderson) making me wonder if maybe he's a bit short on ideas which isn't great considering he's started his own 10 part epic fantasy series in the Stormlight Chronicles... idk. I'm still looking forward to seeing how this all ends. But I'm also more resolute than ever in my stance of never recommending this series to anyone and actively discouraging from reading it those who ask me about it specifically. There's better uses of ~12,000 pages worth of reading time. ( )
The epiphany achieved by Rand, the Dragon Reborn, at the climax of the last volume returns humility and humanity, as well as nobility and empathy, to his character. After so many volumes where the boy we first met in the small rural village of Emond's Field in volume one we became so dour and dark, this "lightening" (enlightening) of his character is like opening a window and letting fresh air into the story. It is a challenge to engage a reader when your protagonist, your "hero," becomes so unlikeable and/or is suffering so painfully for more than one or two million words of your story. The many story threads sustained over the last twelve doorstop volumes begin to come together in preparation for the series climax in the next and final volume. Sanderson, working from Jordan's notes and outlines and guided by Jordan's wife and WOT team, has written a near-seamless continuation that entertains, contents, and builds anticipation (and hope -- which has been long-lacking) for the series climax. The lighter tone and tenor of this book as, paradoxically, the story world grows darker and more threatening and hopeless, reaffirms Tolkien's own assessment in his "On Fairy Tales" -- contrary to Martin's grimdark "A Song of Ice and Fire" -- that:
"... the 'consolation' of fairy-tales has another aspect than the imaginative satisfaction of ancient desires: ... the Consolation of the Happy Ending. Almost I would venture to assert that all complete fairy-stories must have it. ... I ... call it Eucatastrophe. The eucatastrophic tale is the true form of fairy-tale, and its highest function. ... It does not deny the existence of dyscatastrophe, of sorrow and failure: the possibility of these is necessary to the joy of deliverance; it denies (in the face of much evidence, if you will) universal final defeat.
... It is the mark of a good fairy-story, of the higher or more complete kind, that however wild its events, however fantastic or terrible the adventures, it can give to child or man that hears it, when the “turn” comes, a catch of the breath, a beat and lifting of the heart, near to (or indeed accompanied by) tears, as keen as that given by any form of literary art, and having a peculiar quality."
A final note, my assumption in my "review" of the previous volume that the sudden marked decrease in aphorisms suggested where Jordan's words ended and Sanderson's began is proven erroneous in this present text (as demonstrated in my "COMMENTS" below). ( )
It soon became obvious with the stedding, that the Pattern was growing frail. The sky darkened. Our dead appeared, standing in rings outside the border of the stedding, looking in. Most troublingly, trees fell ill, and no song would heal them.
It was in this time of sorrows that I stepped up to the Great Stump. At first, I was forbidden, but my mother, Covril, demanded I have my chance. I do not know what sparked her change of heart, as she herself had argued quite decisively for the opposing side. My hands shook. I would be the last speaker, and most seemed to have already made up their minds to open the Book of Translation. They considered me and afterthought.
And I knew that unless I spoke true, humanity would be left alone to face the Shadow. In that moment, my nervousness fled. I felt only a stillness, a calm sense of purpose. I opened my mouth, and I began to speak.
—from The Dragon Reborn, by Loial, son of Arent son of Halan, of Stedding Shangtai
Lo, it shall Come upon the wold that the prison of the the Greatest One shall grow weak, like the limbs of those who crafted it. Once again His glorious cloak shall smother the Pattern of all things,and the Great Lord shall stretch forth his hand to claim what is His
In that day, when the One-Eyed Fool travels the halls of mourning, and the First Among Vermin lift his hand to bring freedom to Him who will Destroy, the last days of the Fallen Blacksmith's pride shall come. Yea, and the Broken Wolf, the one whom Death has known, shall fall and be consumed by the Midnight Towers. And his destruction shall bring fear and sorrow to the hearts of men, and shall shake there very will itself.
And then, shall the Lord of the Evening come. And He shall take our eyes, for our souls shall bow before Him, and He shall take our skin, for our flesh shall serve him, And He shall take our lips, for only him we praise. And the Lord of the Evening shall face the Broken Champion, And shall spill his blood and bring us the Darkness so beautiful. Let the screams begin, O followers of the Shadow. Beg for your destruction!
—from The Prophecies of the Shadow
Al snel werd duidelijk, zelfs in de stedding, dat het Patroon broos begon te worden. De hemel verduisterde. Onze doden keerden terug; ze stonden in rijen langs de grenzen van de stedding en keken naar binnen. Nog het meest verontrustend was dat bomen ziek werden en zich met geen enkel lied lieten genezen.
Het was in deze tijd van verdriet dat ik me meldde bij de Grote Stronk. Aanvankelijk werd me de toegang verboden, maar mijn moeder Covril stond erop dat ik gehoord werd. Ik weet niet wat haar ertoe had aangezet van gedachten te veranderen, aangezien zijzelf voorheen nog behoorlijk nadrukkelijk voor het tegenovergestelde had gepleit. Mijn handen trilden. Ik zou de laatste spreker zijn, en de meesten schenen al te hebben besloten het Boek van Vertaling te openen. Ze beschouwden mij als een bijgedachte.
En ik wist dat als ik de waarheid niet uitsprak, de mensheid alleen tegenover de Schaduw zou komen te staan. Op dat ogenblik verlieten mijn zenuwen mij. Ik opende mijn mond en begon te spreken.
- uit De HerrezenDraal door Loial, zoon van Arent zoon van Halan, uit Stedding Shangtai
Opdracht
For Jason Denzel, Melissa Craib, Bob Kluttz, Jennifer Liang, Linda Taglieri, Matt Hatch, Leigh Butler, Mike Mackert, and all those readers who over the years have made The Wheel of Time part of their lives, and in doing so have made the lives of others better.
Voor Jason Denzel, Melissa Craib, Bob Kluttz, Jennifer Liang, Linda Taglieri, Matt Hatch, Leigh Butler, Mike Mackert en al die lezers bij wie in de loop der jaren Het Rad des Tijds een deel van hun leven is geworden en die daarmee het leven van anderen beter hebben gemaakt.
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Mandarb's hooves beat a familiar rhythm on broken ground as Lan Mandragoran rode to his death.
As the seals on the Dark One's prison crumble and the armies of the Shadow boil out of the Blight, Perrin Aybara, hunted by specters from his past, must seek answers in "Tel'aran'rhiod" and find a way to master the wolf within him--or lose himself to it forever. Meanwhile, Matrim Cauthon prepares for the most difficult challenge of his life ... as The Tower of Ghenjei awaits.
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Het einde nadert, de laatste slag is begonnen. De zegels van de kerker van de Duistere brokkelen af. Het Patroon zelf is aan het ontrafelen en de legers van de Schaduw rijzen op uit de Verwording. Perijn Aybara wordt achtervolgd door spoken uit zijn verleden. Witmantels en wolvenslachters zitten hem op de hielen. Tel'aran'rhiod lijkt de aangewezen plek om naar antwoorden te zoeken, maar Perijn heeft last van andere problemen. Hij moet leren de wolf in zichzelf te onderdrukken voordat het beest hém overmeestert. Intussen bereidt Martrim Cauton zich voor om de wezens voorbij de stenen poorten – de Aelfinn en Eelfinn – uit te schakelen in een laatste confrontatie. Maar het Rad weeft wat het Rad wil. De Toren van Ghenjei wacht en zijn geheimen zullen het lot van een lang verloren vriend eindelijk onthullen. Dovie'andi se tovya sagain. Het is tijd om de dobbelstenen te werpen...
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