The Wheel of Time turns as Ages come and go, 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, a man died of a horrible disease. His death was not the end. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time, but it was AN end.
Robert Jordan has died, aged 58.
I found out today and it made me very sad. Another one of my favourite authors to die. I cried the day I found out that Douglas Adams had died, and I have tears in my eyes writing this. No, I didn’t know RJ either. I’m crying because I admired him, he wrote a fantastic fantasy series, and he’s left a loving wife behind – Harriet – and I feel for her. It’s a great loss to lose a partner like that, but it’s also a loss to the world of fantasy literature.
To Harriet – may the Light shine upon you and give you strength. You’re in all of our thoughts.
To RJ – May the Mother’s last embrace welcome you home and I’m glad you can finally rest and not be in pain anymore. Thank you for writing the best fantasy series ever. R.I.P.