In this sequel to the phenomenal New York Times bestseller The Fires of Heaven, we plunge again into Robert Jordan's extraordinarily rich, totally unforgettable world:On the slopes of Shayol Ghul, the Myrddraal swords are forged, and the sky is not ...
the sky of this world;In Salidar the White Tower in exile prepares an embassy to Caemlyn, where Rand Al'Thor, the Dragon Reborn, holds the throne--and where an unexpected visitor may change the world....In Emond's Field, Perrin Goldeneyes, Lord of the Two Rivers, feels the pull of ta'veren to ta'veren and prepares to march....Morgase of Caemlyn finds a most unexpected, and quite unwelcome, ally....And south lies Illian, where Sammael holds sway....
To the cost of sounding repetitive, this is again an instalment out of the standard WoT blueprint. A very interesting story set in an immersive and engaging world, populated by some interesting character and many more mono-dimensional obnoxious old
..." female pains in the ass in perpetual PMS, all written in a terrible, drawn out, annoying style.
Very little happens in this book, spread out Encyclopedia-worthy number of pages, with a lot of very useless parts drowning little gems. Rand has become an interesting character, after starting off in the first books as non-descript at best. Elayne, Nynaeve and Egwene remain unbearable, even worse than all other Aes Sedai. Mat and Perrin still the best, unfortunately Jordan managed to ruin the only female character I really liked, Faile, turning her into a snotty noblewoman with serious self esteem issues. Luckly, Min took her place as the redeeming character for the female world.... maybe being nearly normal did not overload the second X chromosome with garbage...
I will keep on reading, because I really want to know where all this is going, but it is really a marathon, and not a pleasant one. At times I felt a very deep temptation to go and read the summaries on wikipedia, but i am still resisting... Continua...Nascondi
It's kind of hard to review this book. First of all, I'd say that 3.5 stars should be a better rating. After 6 books it appears evident how Jordan wanted to write this saga. Every book has the same plot which can be summarized as:- Main characters
..."cters scattered around the world, dealing with their problems/evolution. - Stupid female characters everywhere (seriously, what the hell was wrong with Jordan and his perception of women?!?! It's almost natural to support the Great Lord against such hateful women). - Main characters reunite in a place (sometimes two). - Last 2 chapters with the REAL action (and in the Lord of Chaos the last chapter is AWESOME).
In this book, but I'd say also in the previous ones, all the chapters with Rand are interesting (despite the stupid behavior of the Aielmen). Mat is awesome as always but unfortunately there are also chapters with the stupid trio: Egwene-Elayne-Nynaeve. Arrogant, annoying and stupid...these are just the first three adjectives which come to my mind about them.
So far, the wheel of time turned out to be a very nice saga but it could have been better! I just hope for the next books (which I am definitely going to read) to see more action and less romantic bullshits. And I really hope to don't read again a 70 pages prologue.Continua...Nascondi
Reaching the end of this one was really hard. Too many characters, too many descriptions, too many pages. I'm strongly convinced Jordan could have fit everything in a book half the size of this pompous Lord of Chaos - with far better results.The
..."/>The Wheel of Time will stop turning for a while, for me.Continua...Nascondi
Why? That was Half Tail, passed along and scent-marked.Perrin hesitated before answering. He had dreaded this. He felt about the wolves as he did about Two Rivers people. They have caged Shadowkiller, he thought at last. That was what the wolves
...That was what the wolves called Rand, but he had no idea whether they considered Rand important.
The shock filling his mind was answer enough, but howls filled the night, near and far, howls filled with anger and fear. In the camp horses whinnied fearfully, stamping their hooves as they shied against the picket ropes. Men ran to calm them, and others to peer into the darkness as if expecting a huge pack to come after the mounts.
We come, Half Tail replied at last. Only that, and then others answered, packs Perrin had spoken to and packs that had listened silently to the two-legs who could speak as the wolves did. We come. No more.Continua...Nascondi