The Wheel of Time

 

"The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose in the Mountains of Mist. The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was a beginning.

Born below the ever cloud-capped peaks that gave the mountains their name, the wind blew east, out across the Sand Hills, once the shore of a great ocean, before the Breaking of the World. Down it flailed into the Two Rivers, into the tangled forest called the Westwood, and beat at two men walking with a cart and horse down the rock-strewn track called the Quarry Road. For all that spring should have come a good month since, the wind carried an icy chill as if it would rather bear snow."

 

Ontem terminei os 14 livros desta saga. Comecei a lê-los na faculdade, mas com a notícia da morte do autor fiquei chocada e interrompi a leitura, porque pensei que nunca seriam acabados.

Felizmente, Brandon Sanderson dedicou-se a esta causa e terminou a saga com a ajuda e aprovação da mulher e do Estate de Robert Jordan.

É estranho terminar algo que nos acompanhou por tanto tempo, mas estes livros têm um incrível significado na minha vida.

There are neither begginings nor endings... the Wheel keeps turning.