A Memory of Light

A Memory of Light

by Robert Jordan, Brandon Sanderson

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ISBN-13: 9780765364883
Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
Publication date: 12/31/2013
Series: Wheel of Time Series
Pages: 1168
Sales rank: 17,242
Product dimensions: 4.10(w) x 6.70(h) x 2.00(d)

About the Author

Robert Jordan was born in 1948 in Charleston, South Carolina. He taught himself to read when he was four with the incidental aid of a twelve-years-older brother, and was tackling Mark Twain and Jules Verne by five. He is a graduate of The Citadel, the Military College of South Carolina, with a degree in physics. He served two tours in Vietnam with the U.S. Army; among his decorations are the Distinguished Flying Cross with bronze oak leaf cluster, the Bronze Star with "V" and bronze oak leaf cluster, and two Vietnamese Gallantry Crosses with palm. A history buff, he has also written dance and theater criticism and enjoyed the outdoor sports of hunting, fishing, and sailing, and the indoor sports of poker, chess, pool, and pipe collecting.

Robert Jordan began writing in 1977 and went on to write The Wheel of Time®, one of the most important and best selling series in the history of fantasy publishing with over 14 million copies sold in North America, and countless more sold abroad.

Robert Jordan died on September 16, 2007, after a courageous battle with the rare blood disease amyloidosis.

BRANDON SANDERSON grew up in Lincoln, Nebraska. He lives in Utah with his wife and children and teaches creative writing at Brigham Young University. In addition to completing Robert Jordan's The Wheel of Time®, he is the author of such bestsellers as the Mistborn trilogy, Warbreaker, The Alloy of Law, The Way of Kings, Rithmatist, and Steelheart. He won the 2013 Hugo Award for "The Emperor's Soul," a novella set in the world of his acclaimed first novel, Elantris.

Date of Birth:

October 17, 1948

Date of Death:

September 16, 2007

Place of Birth:

Charleston, South Carolina

Place of Death:

Charleston, South Carolina


B.S. in physics, The Citadel, 1974

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A Memory of Light

By Robert Jordan, Brandon Sanderson

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Eastward the Wind Blew

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.

Eastward the wind blew, descending from lofty mountains and coursing over desolate hills. It passed into the place known as the Westwood, an area that had once flourished with pine and leatherleaf. Here, the wind found little more than tangled underbrush, thick save around an occasional towering oak. Those looked stricken by disease, bark peeling free, branches drooping. Elsewhere needles had fallen from pines, draping the ground in a brown blanket. None of the skeletal branches of the Westwood put forth buds.

North and eastward the wind blew, across underbrush that crunched and cracked as it shook. It was night, and scrawny foxes picked over the rotting ground, searching in vain for prey or carrion. No spring birds had come to call, and—most telling—the howls of wolves had gone silent across the land.

The wind blew out of the forest and across Taren Ferry. What was left of it. The town had been a fine one, by local standards. Dark buildings, tall above their redstone foundations, a cobbled street, built at the mouth of the land known as the Two Rivers.

The smoke had long since stopped rising from burned buildings, but there was little left of the town to rebuild. Feral dogs hunted through the rubble for meat. They looked up as the wind passed, their eyes hungry.

The wind crossed the river eastward. Here, clusters of refugees carrying torches walked the long road from Baerlon to Whitebridge despite the late hour. They were sorry groups, with heads bowed, shoulders huddled. Some bore the coppery skin of Domani, their worn clothing displaying the hardships of crossing the mountains with little in the way of supplies. Others came from farther off. Taraboners with haunted eyes above dirty veils. Farmers and their wives from northern Ghealdan. All had heard rumors that in Andor, there was food. In Andor, there was hope.

So far, they had yet to find either.

Eastward the wind blew, along the river that wove between farms without crops. Grasslands without grass. Orchards without fruit.

Abandoned villages. Trees like bones with the flesh picked free. Ravens often clustered in their branches; starveling rabbits and sometimes larger game picked through the dead grass underneath. Above it all, the omnipresent clouds pressed down upon the land. Sometimes, that cloud cover made it impossible to tell if it was day or night.

As the wind approached the grand city of Caemlyn, it turned northward, away from the burning city—orange, red and violent, spewing black smoke toward the hungry clouds above. War had come to Andor in the still of night. The approaching refugees would soon discover that they'd been marching toward danger. It was not surprising. Danger was in all directions. The only way to avoid walking toward it would be to stand still.

As the wind blew northward, it passed people sitting beside roads, alone or in small groups, staring with the eyes of the hopeless. Some lay as they hungered, looking up at those rumbling, boiling clouds. Other people trudged onward, though toward what, they knew not. The Last Battle, to the north, whatever that meant. The Last Battle was not hope. The Last Battle was death. But it was a place to be, a place to go.

In the evening dimness, the wind reached a large gathering far to the north of Caemlyn. This wide field broke the forest-patched landscape, but it was overgrown with tents like fungi on a decaying log. Tens of thousands of soldiers waited beside campfires that were quickly denuding the area of timber.

The wind blew among them, whipping smoke from fires into the faces of soldiers. The people here didn't display the same sense of hopelessness as the refugees, but there was a dread to them. They could see the sickened land. They could feel the clouds above. They knew.

The world was dying. The soldiers stared at the flames, watching the wood be consumed. Ember by ember, what had once been alive turned to dust.

A company of men inspected armor that had begun to rust despite being well oiled. A group of white-robed Aiel collected water—former warriors who refused to take up weapons again, despite their toh having been served. A cluster of frightened servants, sure that tomorrow would bring war between the White Tower and the Dragon Reborn, organized stores inside tents shaken by the wind.

Men and women whispered the truth into the night. The end has come. The end has come. All will fall. The end has come.

Laughter broke the air.

Warm light spilled from a large tent at the center of the camp, bursting around the tent flap and from beneath the sides.

Inside that tent, Rand al'Thor—the Dragon Reborn—laughed, head thrown back.

"So what did she do?" Rand asked when his laughter subsided. He poured himself a cup of red wine, then one for Perrin, who blushed at the question.

He's become harder, Rand thought, but somehow he hasn't lost that innocence of his. Not completely. To Rand, that seemed a marvelous thing. A wonder, like a pearl discovered in a trout. Perrin was strong, but his strength hadn't broken him.

"Well," Perrin said, "you know how Marin is. She somehow manages to look at even Cenn as if he were a child in need of mothering. Finding Faile and me lying there on the floor like two fool youths ... well, I think she was torn between laughing at us and sending us into the kitchen to scrub dishes. Separately, to keep us out of trouble."

Rand smiled, trying to picture it. Perrin—burly, solid Perrin—so weak he could barely walk. It was an incongruous image. Rand wanted to assume his friend was exaggerating, but Perrin didn't have a dishonest hair on his head. Strange, how much about a man could change while his core remained exactly the same.

"Anyway," Perrin said after taking a drink of wine, "Faile picked me up off the floor and set me on my horse, and the two of us pranced about looking important. I didn't do much. The fighting was accomplished by the others—I'd have had trouble lifting a cup to my lips." He stopped, his golden eyes growing distant. "You should be proud of them, Rand. Without Dannil, your father and Mat's father, without all of them, I wouldn't have managed half what I did. No, not a tenth."

"I believe it." Rand regarded his wine. Lews Therin had loved wine. A part of Rand—that distant part, the memories of a man he had been—was displeased by the vintage. Few wines in the current world could match the favored vintages of the Age of Legends. Not the ones he had sampled, at least.

He took a small drink, then set the wine aside. Min still slumbered in another part of the tent, sectioned off with a curtain. Events in Rand's dreams had awakened him. He had been glad for Perrin's arrival to take his mind off what he had seen.

Mierin ... No. He would not let that woman distract him. That was probably the point of what he had seen.

"Walk with me," Rand said. "I need to check on some things for tomorrow."

They went out into the night. Several Maidens fell into step behind them as Rand walked toward Sebban Balwer, whose services Perrin had loaned to Rand. Which was fine with Balwer, who was prone to gravitate toward those holding the greatest power.

"Rand?" Perrin asked, walking beside him with a hand on Mah'alleinir. "I've told you about all of this before, the siege of the Two Rivers, the fighting ... Why ask after it again?"

"I asked about the events before, Perrin. I asked after what happened, but I did not ask after the people it happened to." He looked at Perrin, making a globe of light for them to see by as they walked in the night. "I need to remember the people. Not doing so is a mistake I have made too often in the past."

The stirring wind carried the scent of campfires from Perrin's nearby camp and the sounds of smiths working on weapons. Rand had heard the stories: Power-wrought weapons discovered again. Perrin's men were working overtime, running his two Asha'man ragged, to make as many as possible.

Rand had lent him as many more Asha'man as he could spare, if only because—as soon as they'd heard—he'd had dozens of Maidens presenting themselves and demanding Power-wrought spearheads. It only makes sense, Rand al'Thor, Beralna had explained. His smiths can make four spearheads for every sword. She'd grimaced saying the word "sword," as if it tasted like seawater.

Rand had never tasted seawater. Lews Therin had. Knowing facts like that had greatly discomforted him once. Now he had learned to accept that part of him.

"Can you believe what has happened to us?" Perrin asked. "Light, sometimes I wonder when the man who owns all these fancy clothes is going to walk in on me and start yelling, then send me out to muck the stables for being too bigheaded for my collar."

"The Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills, Perrin. We've become what we needed to become."

Perrin nodded as they walked on the path between tents, lit by the glow of the light above Rand's hand.

"How does it ... feel?" Perrin asked. "Those memories you've gained?"

"Have you ever had a dream that, upon waking, you remembered in stark clarity? Not one that faded quickly, but one that stayed with you through the day?"

"Yes," Perrin said, sounding oddly reserved. "Yes, I can say that I have."

"It's like that," Rand said. "I can remember being Lews Therin, can remember doing what he did, as one remembers actions in a dream. It was me doing them, but I don't necessarily like them—or think I'd take those actions if I were in my waking mind. That doesn't change the fact that, in the dream, they seemed like the right actions."

Perrin nodded.

"He's me," Rand said. "And I'm him. But at the same time, I'm not."

"Well, you still seem like yourself," Perrin said, though Rand caught a slight hesitation on the word "seem." Had Perrin been about to say "smell" instead? "You haven't changed that much."

Rand doubted he could explain it to Perrin without sounding mad. The person he became when he wore the mantle of the Dragon Reborn ... that wasn't simply an act, wasn't simply a mask.

It was who he was. He had not changed, he had not transformed. He had merely accepted.

That didn't mean he had all of the answers. Despite four hundred years of memories nestled in his brain, he still worried about what he had to do. Lews Therin hadn't known how to seal the Bore. His attempt had led to disaster. The taint, the Breaking, all for an imperfect prison with seals that were now brittle.

One answer kept coming to Rand. A dangerous answer. One that Lews Therin hadn't considered.

What if the answer wasn't to seal the Dark One away again? What if the answer, the final answer, was something else? Something more permanent.

Yes, Rand thought to himself for the hundredth time. But is it possible?

They arrived at the tent where the clerks worked, the Maidens fanning out behind them, Rand and Perrin entering. The clerks were up late, of course, and they didn't look surprised to see Rand enter.

"My Lord Dragon," Balwer said, bowing stiffly from where he stood beside a table of maps and stacks of paper. The dried-up little man sorted his papers nervously, one knobby elbow protruding from a hole in his oversized brown coat.

"Report," Rand said.

"Roedran will come," Balwer said, his voice thin and precise. "The Queen of Andor has sent for him, promising him gateways made by those Kinswomen of hers. Our eyes in his court say he is angry that he needs her help to attend, but is insistent that he needs to be at this meeting—if only so he doesn't look left out."

"Excellent," Rand said. "Elayne knows nothing of your spies?"

"My Lord!" Balwer said, sounding indignant.

"Have you determined who is spying for her among our clerks?" Rand asked.

Balwer sputtered. "Nobody—"

"She'll have someone, Balwer," Rand said with a smile. "She all but taught me how to do this, after all. No matter. After tomorrow, my intentions will be manifest for all. Secrets won't be needed."

None save the ones I keep closest to my own heart.

"That means everyone will be here for the meeting, right?" Perrin asked. "Every major ruler? Tear and Illian?"

"The Amyrlin persuaded them to attend," Balwer said. "I have copies of their exchanges here, if you wish to see them, my Lords."

"I would," Rand said. "Send them to my tent. I will look them over tonight."

The shaking of the ground came suddenly. Clerks grabbed stacks of papers, holding them down and crying out as furniture crashed to the ground around them. Outside, men shouted, barely audible over the sound of trees breaking, metal clanging. The land groaned, a distant rumble.

Rand felt it like a painful muscle spasm.

Thunder shook the sky, distant, like a promise of things to come. The shaking subsided. The clerks remained holding their stacks of paper, as if afraid to let go and risk them toppling.

It's really here, Rand thought. I'm not ready—we're not ready—but it's here anyway.

He had spent many months fearing this day. Ever since Trollocs had come in the night, ever since Lan and Moiraine had dragged him from the Two Rivers, he had feared what was to come.

The Last Battle. The end. He found himself unafraid now that it had come. Worried, but not afraid.

I'm coming for you, Rand thought.

"Tell the people," Rand said to his clerks. "Post warnings. Earthquakes will continue. Storms. Real ones, terrible ones. There will be a Breaking, and we cannot avoid it. The Dark One will try to grind this world to dust."

The clerks nodded, shooting concerned glances at one another by lamplight. Perrin looked contemplative, but nodded faintly, as if to himself.

"Any other news?" Rand asked.

"The Queen of Andor may be up to something tonight, my Lord," Balwer said.

" 'Something' is not a very descriptive word, Balwer," Rand said.

Balwer grimaced. "I'm sorry, my Lord. I don't have more for you yet; I only just received this note. Queen Elayne was awakened by some of her advisors a short time ago. I don't have anyone close enough to know why."

Rand frowned, resting his hand on Laman's sword at his waist.

"It could just be plans for tomorrow," Perrin said.

"True," Rand said. "Let me know if you discover anything, Balwer. Thank you. You do well here."

The man stood taller. In these last days—days so dark—every man looked for something useful to do. Balwer was the best at what he did, and was confident in his own abilities. Still, it did no harm to be reminded of the fact by one who employed him, particularly if his employer was none other than the Dragon Reborn.

Rand left the tent, Perrin following.

"You're worried about it," Perrin said. "Whatever it was that awoke Elayne."

"They would not awaken her without good cause," Rand said softly. "Considering her state."

Pregnant. Pregnant with his children. Light! He had only just learned of it. Why hadn't she been the one to tell him?

The answer was simple. Elayne could feel Rand's emotions as he felt hers. She would have been able to feel how he had been, recently. Before Dragonmount. Back when ...

Well, she wouldn't have wanted to confront him with a pregnancy when he'd been in such a state. Beyond that, he hadn't exactly made himself easy to find.

Still, it was a shock.

I'm going to be a father, he thought, not for the first time. Yes, Lews Therin had had children, and Rand could remember them and his love for them. It wasn't the same.

He, Rand al'Thor, would be a father. Assuming he won the Last Battle.

"They wouldn't have awakened Elayne without good reason," he continued, returning to task. "I'm worried, not because of what might have happened, but because of the potential distraction. Tomorrow will be an important day. If the Shadow has any inkling of tomorrow's importance, it will try whatever it can to keep us from meeting, from unifying."


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Table of Contents


PROLOGUE: By Grace and Banners Fallen,
1 Eastward the Wind Blew,
2 The Choice of an Ajah,
3 A Dangerous Place,
4 Advantages to a Bond,
5 To Require a Boon,
6 A Knack,
7 Into the Thick of It,
8 That Smoldering City,
9 To Die Well,
10 The Use of Dragons,
11 Just Another Sell-sword,
12 A Shard of a Moment,
13 What Must Be Done,
14 Doses of Forkroot,
15 Your Neck in a Cord,
16 A Silence Like Screaming,
17 Older, More Weathered,
18 To Feel Wasted,
19 The Choice of a Patch,
20 Into Thakan'dar,
21 Not a Mistake to Ignore,
22 The Wyld,
23 At the Edge of Time,
24 To Ignore the Omens,
25 Quick Fragments,
26 Considerations,
27 Friendly Fire,
28 Too Many Men,
29 The Loss of a Hill,
30 The Way of the Predator,
31 A Tempest of Water,
32 A Yellow Flower-Spider,
33 The Prince's Tabac,
34 Drifting,
35 A Practiced Grin,
36 Unchangeable Things,
37 The Last Battle,
38 The Place That Was Not,
39 Those Who Fight,
40 Wolfbrother,
41 A Smile,
42 Impossibilities,
43 A Field of Glass,
44 Two Craftsmen,
45 Tendrils of Mist,
46 To Awaken,
47 Watching the Flow Writhe,
48 A Brilliant Lance,
49 Light and Shadow,
EPILOGUE: To See the Answer,

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
For everyone who rated this book one star because it isn't on ebook yet... shame on you.  I've read the first 100 pages so far and have to say it doesn't dissapoint.  I do find that it is annoying to have to read the hardback as I would have bought both versions as well.  But, I've got along 26 years without a nook.  Reading a good hardback every now and then is good for you.  For those of you looking for an actual review,  as I said before, it has been AWESOME so far.  Brandon Sanderson has done Mr. Jordan's works justice.
Victorian_Engineer More than 1 year ago
Come on people seriously. The ebook will be out eventually. It wasn't nor has it been Tor's decision to not release the ebook right away. from what I have heard it is Jordan's widow who made the choice. Either way grow up and don't rate the book a 1 because you can't have the ebook right away.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Thank you. thank you, thank you Robert Jordan and Brandon Sanderson. I feel like Thom in the final chapter searching for the right words to describe this amazing, epic, awesome, incredible saga. Sorry Mr. Asimov, the Foundation series has finally been replaced as my all time favorite tale. I was honestly worried that this final book would not be able to adequately conclude this amazing story...I was wrong. As for the digital readers who chose to assign a 1 star rating... blood and bloody ashes! ...just buy the book. You'll be glad to have it once you're finished!
Cael_Xavier More than 1 year ago
An epic ending to what may be the greatest fantasy series of our time.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The wheel of time saga helped define a entire genre of literature and ignited the minds and imaginations of thousands of readers. Thank you Robert Jordan for the story worth reading again and again and the experience of a lifetime.
BosekeVonBorkle More than 1 year ago
This book lives up to the standard set forth by Mr. Jordan and gives the reader the ending that the series deserved. While I know that there were some out there that complained about having the final book separated into three installments, I believe that we can truly appreciate that decision now. This culmination of this epic saga has forever ensconced The Wheel of Time with other fantasy series of the highest caliber. Now here I feel obliged to make a comment on the majority of the one star reviews that are plaguing this book. Shame on you all for adding a negative review because the publishing company made a decision not to bring out the Ebook until April. I would think that, as a fan of the series, you would not want to heap negative reviews on our beloved series. I would also like to point out that each person that is complaining about not having the Ebook to read has made the decision to choose that particular media format on their own. Nobody is forcing you to not read the book, as the paper format is obviously available for you to access. If you decide not to purchase the book, simply because it is not an Ebook, then you have no one to blame but yourself for that poor decision.
Wotman More than 1 year ago
The ratings are for the people who might be interested in getting a copy of this book. Rating it with one star simply because it won't come out as an e-book till April is childish and frankly an embarrassment, but I am sure they have no shame. I haven't read the complete book yet, however, I am willing to provide a rating of 5 simply because this epic is the fruition of two decades of work, the story is as wide as the world and as deep as any religious experience. An epic tale of the fight between light and the darkness, good and evil. The richness of this world creates a stunning, compelling reason to really care about the characters and their journey to the final battle. Brandon Sanderson has expertly picked up the gauntlet left by Robert Jordan and carried it and the fans who have followed this tale to a wonderful and exciting climax
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Stop skewing the ratings with e-book reviews.  E-book sales don't count towards the NY Times Bestseller list.  Publishers (justifiably) want that.  It's downright stupid to think that they shouldn't try to put the book on that list. I've finished the hardcover, and it's a brilliant, fitting ending.  There aren't any real ways to talk about plot without giving spoilers, but suffice it to say, this is the ending we've been waiting for. So stop whining.
DougJones1 More than 1 year ago
Having read the whole book, I will say that it ended as I suspected it had too. There is one story line in this book mainly of characters who were not much featured in the first 11 books of the series, Androl and Pervera , but they helped tie up an important part of a side plot. Otherwise Mr Sanderson, using Mr Jordan's notes, does a good job with Rand, Mat, Perrin and the ladies that we have come to know and love in the Wheel of Time, finishing the most epic fantasy series ever written.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Amazing finale to one of the most epic fantasy series of our time. I couldn't be more pleased with the time and effort that was put into this series and how it made me feel about the characters.
chaplainchris1 More than 1 year ago
This book is phenomenal. Sanderson and Team Jordan (including Jordan's editor and wife, Harriet) had a daunting task, picking up the baton from Jordan and finishing the Wheel of Time. Thankfully, they took on the task, and have done an amazing job. I enjoyed both of the previous two "collaborations" by Brandon Sanderson and Robert Jordan a great deal. But A Memory of Light is leaps and bounds better than them. The character voices are spot-on throughout. Mat Cauthon felt a little off to some of us, especially in The Gathering Storm, but Sanderson has been getting him better and better, and Mat really shines here. Rand is the best he's been in ages. All of the characters are true to themselves, and the Last Battle is maybe even more epic, heart-wrenching, and engrossing than expected. If you're a fan who was worried that the Dark One and his minions were incompetent, worry no more! If you feared that the ending wouldn't satisfy the anticipation, worry no more! One of the best reads of my life, truly. Thank you Brandon, Harriet, and everyone involved. P.S. Ebook readers - I can't wait to get it on ebook myself. But that's a separate issue. Review the content. If you want to bash on a publisher or bookseller for not having it on the right platform, more power to you, but complain about that in the appropriate forum, not in a review intended to help people decide if they'll like the book. They don't need you to tell them if they want it on ebook or hardcover!
ajbluto More than 1 year ago
It was awesome.. couldnt put it down for a minute
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Rating this a 1 because there is no ebook is stupid and childish. Really, grow up. This book is an AMAZING finale to an equally AMAZING series. Brandon Sanderson does a great job finishing up where Robert Jordan left off. The characters are rich and entertaining, and the plot plays out beautifully. This is by far my absolute favorite series ever. Hands down.
washot More than 1 year ago
It was one week after having suffered a series of strokes when I learned of Robert Jordan’s death from a small TV hanging over my hospital bed. Of course I had heard of him and his Wheel of Time series many times before, but I had never read any of his work. Something about the timing of his death and my own recent experiences made me want to get to know this man better. I felt sorrow for all of his fans, how his story would never be completed.  A couple months later I heard refreshing news; the news that another writer would pick up the mantle and write Jordan's last volume. I remember thinking to myself how generous of Robert to allow someone else to finish his tale - how selfless an act to prepare for another artist to add the final touches. I was blown away and I rushed to catch up in time for the final battle. I found myself falling into RJ's universe as I listened to The Eye of the World. I became engrossed in the struggles between the shadow and light so much that I searched for ways to spend time alone so I could "read" more.  I listened to the novels as I ran miles around my town preparing for my first marathon. I listened to them as I tore my house down to the studs and rebuilt it for my wife and new baby daughter. I listened to them as I flew back and forth across the country for work. A lot of good memories float to the surface every time I think of this series and I give partial credit to them for my recovery.  To take a word from Thom Merrilin, the last battle was "exquisite". A Memory of Light delivered on all of its promises. It is packed with action. It tied up all the many loose ends. It brought about an ending. Robert Jordan can now rest as his tale has been told. His memory has become legend.  A Memory of Light has so many plots! On the surface it might seem a daunting task to read and keep track of them all, but Brandon Sanderson groups them together so you're not following too much at once. The world is in utter chaos and all the main characters have crucial roles to play. No one of them has a task more important than another, save maybe Rand himself. As Rand prepares for the final battle, he uses all the assets at his disposal. After setting them in play he leaves them to their own successes and failures as he finally sets out to confront the dark one. You begin to wonder as the shadow pushes back, how can the light prevail? The world is being torn apart by the dark one as he attempts to break the great wheel. Cracks that fall away into the void of nothingness, bubbles of evil erupting across the lands, and forsaken permanently burning souls from the pattern with balefire all plague the armies of the light. Slowly the pieces slide together as all the many loose ends from the previous thirteen books are gathered together into one final weave. Heroes fight, friends are lost and forsaken are left behind as the third age comes to a close. Brandon's writing mimics Robert Jordan's very well, though he writes with a youthful flourish that adds new life into an aging story. I hadn't known of Brandon prior to this venture of wearing the dragon pin so proudly. Since then I have read almost all of his work and wholeheartedly recommend him. A Memory of Light does not fall short of his standard. Throughout the three final volumes, the characters have all remained true to Robert Jordan's telling. Our farm-boy heroes have all grown up over the course of their adventures, yet they remain themselves. Matrim Cauthon is still the same gambler he has always been, though he is much more calculating now. Perrin remains the most level headed of the three ta'veren and Rand's insanity has given way to a clear head that is needed for the final battle.  If you don't already know, the magic system within the Wheel of Time series is one of the best known in the fantasy genre. It is defined almost scientifically with advantages and dangers to its use and with opposite forces for every action. Not only is it soundly structured, it is also artful in its casting and the descriptions of its outcomes are both beautiful and ferocious. Aside from the primary magic system within the world, the pattern of existence itself grants new mystical abilities to heroes and villains to add balance and uncertainty to the stories. The world within the Wheel of Time is one of opposites. Villains are almost always evil and heroes are good. There are some minor exceptions, but this is not your gritty fantasy filled with anti-heroes. At its heart, this is your “farm-boy grows up and saves the world” fantasy story. I don't know how "original" A Memory of Light was. I certainly haven't read many books with such a wide scope, but most of the elements within the story were previously seen. There were a few new bits and pieces, but this story was more about concluding the legacy than about surprising us with new notions. I truly enjoyed A Memory of Light. It was a fitting end to one of the greatest epic fantasy series to date. I'd probably have liked it even more if it hadn't been so long, but the length served the purpose of wrapping up loose ends. It truly was unavoidable – there were so many. I also felt the ending would have been more powerful if a few more heroes hadn't survived into the fourth age. That isn't to say I didn't tear up at their survivals. How could I not? The Wheel of Time has come to an ending. I "read" this entire series via audiobook, the final volume being no exception. Kate Reading and Michael Kramer have practically become two of my best friends now, though I've never met or even talked with either of them.  I'm torn between four and five stars. I think the telling by Brandon definitely deserves the full five rating, but the “farm-boy saves the world” story has been done quite a bit. This is a really good story though and one that has earned its place in history. Thank you Robert Jordan for this epic series and for having the humility to allow another to finish your tale. Thank you Brandon Sanderson for completing this work with the grace only few have. Thank you Harriet for having the will to see your husband's work completed - you made an excellent choice.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I am really conflicted about this ending. The battle scenes were beautifully done and absolutely fulfilled my expectation expectations for the final battle. Some characters, like Lan and Mat, had more satisfying final scenes than others. However, after 13 previous books of great detail and in-depth character development, I have to say that this book felt rushed (quite a feet with about 900 pages). For the first time since Sanderson took over, I felt like he was trying to hit all the outline points Jordan left without really understanding how the pieces fit together. I was especially displeased with Egwene and Gawyn's story line. After 14 books, Gawyn never did manage to redeem himself. What happened to the Kinswomen? The Seafolk? Both are mentioned in passing but are not developed at all. Why was Alise thrown in so haphazardly at the end? Alanna seemed like a forgotten storyline. Moraine never spoke to Siuan, and Siuan barely had a voice. Where on earth was Morgase? I'm not suggesting that there should have been another book. It was time for things to wrap up. I'm only left with wondering if Jordan had been able to finish his wonderful saga would the ends have been tied up a little more neatly?
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have been following the series from almost when it first started a hundred years ago. This certainly isn't the worst book that has been written in the WOT series, but it wasn't the best either. The book is jammed thick of action, and had a few surprise developments that I liked, but for the most part I found myself having trouble caring about many of the characters. I liked that Sanderson wasn't afraid to kill off a few of the main characters, but (and I hate to say this after 14 books) the ending seemed rushed and unsatisfying. Sanderson seemed to explain too much in some areas and not enough in others. If you have been staying loyal to the series it is a must read, but if you are thinking about taking it up for the first time, I would say pass.
Vieri_Roma More than 1 year ago
An exceptional end to the Wheel of Time. After many years of loving this series, it is bittersweet but very satisfying to see it end. For any Wheel of Time fan, this is the ending we all waited for. 
The-Joe More than 1 year ago
perfect ending to a fantastic series. you will gasp, you will cry.
ClintonW More than 1 year ago
Loved the book, loved loved. Dont rate the hardcover version of the book badly because you couldnt get it in ebook. Cant believe someone who read the whole series would say they wouldnt read the last book because the had to wait 3 more months after waiting all the years for the other books when there was no such thing as an ebook. Silly people. Anyways a great read!!!!!!!!!!!
Son_o_Kel More than 1 year ago
Shame on all of you who poorly rate this because of no ebook.  Seriously, all of you fools shouldn't even be allowed to read this masterpiece.  Any real fan of Robert Jordan & Brandon Sanderson would want to have the entire collection on your book shelf.   I consider having the entire thing on hard back a trophy that I deeply with pride for truly owning something that has meant so much to my imagination.     
Anthony-R More than 1 year ago
While i was dissapointed and confused, maybe even a little upset the book was not available in ebook format i cannot bear to see such a great work and tremendously popular series end with a sub-standard rating.  How dare you consider yourself a fan and watch the BOOK rating drop just because you cant buy it on your nook. I saw the rating and thought oh no they messed up the last book! Then i actually read the reviews and realized it just a bunch of petty complaints that are ruining the last peice of the late and great Robert Jordan! I dragged myself out of my own nook to go buy the hard back, you can too.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Wow this seems to be a perfect example of the American self entitlement attitude that is eroding this country. If you really want the ebook then wait but if your really want to read the book go and read it. I for one love my nook but there was no way, after reading this series for 16 years, that I would wait so off to the bookstore I went. I would also like to thank Robert Jordan and Brandon Sanderson for the wonderful experience. 
GreanFeather More than 1 year ago
I have read the whole series 2 times and I still find them an awesome read. Haven't finished the last book yet, it doesn't disappoint.. Thank you Brandon Sanderson for finishing this series for everyone to enjoy and to see what happens in the end. 
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
To those who are voting it down because it's not in ebook format: You are rude little brats.  Take your complaints directly to the publisher and/or stop being cheapskates. I came here to read a review and not listen to your rants.  I was worried when I saw the low rating but then found that one or more people dragged the rating down simply because it wasn't released as an eBook (could be one person posting multiple times for all I know).
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Perfect ending to the greatest fantasy series ever.