...and of Robert Jordan.
The last book in the series, The Wheel of Time, arrives today. It started twenty-three years ago with Eye of the World and ends with A Memory of Light.
This series is the definition of epic fantasy; magic, a real world, history, backstory, and foreshadowing. Clues are given and mysteries inserted throughout.
This series hit major high points with me. And some serious lows. The first half dozen or so tomes were breathtaking. But after number seven...eh, not so much. Too much 'arms akimbo' and bitchy women, blah blah blah. I wanted the storyline to move forward. By that time, with so many players involved changing from head to head wasn't intriguing anymore. I still bought the books. I mean, after I invested that much time, dollars, and energy into them I HAD to.
By number eleven, the story settled down, focused on fewer characters and I enjoyed the books again. Still, there were many words/miles to go before the end. Then, tragedy struck and the author, Robert Jordan died. We grieved at the loss and wondered if the end of the series had passed along with him.
The world of fantasy sighed in relief when Brandon Sanderson, along with Mr. Jordon's widow, took over the job and, using the deceased author's copious notes, finished the last three books.
As Fed Ex pulls into my drive tomorrow, I'll be there to meet him when he stops. I will take the box with the Amazon label on it, thank the nice man, and find my easy chair for the rest of the night.