blessed are the broken
so here’s a sort of ‘commentary’ to A Memory of Light through the different main characters in the book (in no order whatsoever because i still can’t wrap my mind around the amazingness of this book, let alone write something orderly and coherently), and also ugly crying at the end
mind the spoilers
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wheel of time a memory of light i should probably shut up half of these things don't even make sense sigh
it is 2:30am and i have finished a memory of light
i have also run out of nutella, my eyes ache and i can’t stop reading the last words
oh god
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a dream must end when the new dawn comes this dream from which we wake and go wheel of time a memory of light
wot update, chapter i don’t even know anymore
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wheel of time a memory of light i'm being so slow at reading this sigh both because i don't want to finish it and because ugh studying
“He was a soldier. He was a shepherd. He was a beggar, and a king. He was a farmer, gleeman, sailor, carpenter. He was born, lived, and died an Aiel. He died mad, he died rotting, he died of sickness, accident, age. He was executed, and multitudes cheered his death. He proclaimed himself the Dragon Reborn and flung his banner across the sky; he ran from the Power and hid; he lived and died never knowing. He held off the madness and the sickness for years; he succumbed between two winters. Sometimes Moiraine came and took him away from the Two Rivers, alone or with those of his friends who had survived Winternight; sometimes she did not. Sometimes other Aes Sedai came for him. Sometimes the Red Ajah. Egwene married him; Egwene, stern-faced in the stole of the Amyrlin Seat, led the Aes Sedai who gentled him; Egwene, with tears in her eyes, plunged a dagger into his heart, and he thanked her as he died. He loved other women, married other women. Elayne and Min, and a fair-haired farmer’s daughter met on the road to Caemlyn, and women he had never seen before he lived those lives. A hundred lives. More. So many he could not count them. And at the end of every life, as he lay dying, as he drew his final breath, a voice whispered in his ear. I have won again, Lews Therin.”
What Might Be, The Great Hunt, chapter 37.
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