A Memory of Light

Finally, The END..........and yet I feel so sad, it has been 20+ years, this series is truly an epic in every sense, from the start when Moiraine went to Two Rivers to try and save Rand and company, until the ending of this book, you realize there are books that truly mirror our mundane existence, minus the magic of course..................................

When this series started, we see Rand and his fellow youths, start from being clumsy, inexperienced individuals to become the Ruler of the land( The Dragon Reborn), the Amyrlin, the Prince of the Ravens, Lord GoldenEyes and so forth.........for this I thank Mr. Jordan, you have made this characters as alive as they can be, for us to care, sometimes to laugh with them, sometimes to shrink back in fear with, to cry with the decisions they had to make.............until finally all that has been prophesied came to pass and we see the true gems!!!!

The final book, from the start until the final line, is one huge fight, truly the end of the world, where all the stakes were against Rand and his friends, here we see the hands of Mr. Sanderson, a writer who is not afraid to lay to rest individuals that we have followed for the past 10 books (until now, I still think, “that”really did not help nor hinder the story for a bit, Siuan Sanche and Gareth Bryne why????), such is the writing ability of Mr. Sanderson (I am truly sorry Mr. Jordan but I do not think you could have done what Mr. Sanderson did) that I almost did not finish the book, I loved those two, finally a happy ending.......and yet.........then again another momentous event, too much, Mr. Sanderson, TOO MUCH............we cared for them, all of them, the most heroic hero to the dastardly villain, still................almost, almost did not read the end after those two events, but no............there are more to come...............

Behind every dark cloud lies a silver lining................in the end......a truly, truly wonderful read......... “The Wheel of Time turns and Ages come and go, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth returns again. In the Third Age, an Age of Prophecy, the World and Time themselves hang in the balance. What was, what will be, and what is, may yet fall under the Shadow.” {Please I am not plagiarizing their wonderful works}.......................Maybe there will be tale of the Fourth Age................