I finished A Memory of Light, the final volume of The Wheel of Time, on the plane back from Paris.
As a series of books, The Wheel of Time has its flaws. But it’s far more than that; a story stretching nearly two decades of my life; characters as firmly rooted in my nostalgia as they are on the page; images, events, and characters I’ve known as a child; as a teenager; as a college student; and as an adult.
There was this beautiful line at the end that I thought served as an epitaph to the series.
“He came like the wind, like the wind touched everything, and like the wind was gone.”
I teared up when I read that line. I think it’s perfect.
I already spoke of some of my thoughts as to the series as a whole and don’t have a lot to add right now. Maybe I will later. For now, I simply want to bid it farewell.
Thank you, Mr. Jordan, for leaving the world with something wonderful, and Brandon, for making sure we all got to experience it.