When you saw me with a dagger in hand - as if to throw at you - you didn’t call for your guards. You didn’t fear I was here to kill you. You looked over your shoulder to see what I was aiming at. That’s the most loving gesture I think a man could receive from a woman. Unless you’d like to sit on my knee for a while…
“Tuon looked at him, squatting there by the map, moving his fingers over the surface, and suddenly she saw him in a new light. A buffoon? No. A lion stuffed into a horse-stall might look like a peculiar joke, but a lion on the high plains was something very different. Toy was loose on the high plains, now. She felt a chill. What sort of man had she entangled herself with? After all this time, she realized, she had hardly a clue.” Knife of Dreams, As If the World Were Fog.
I’ve been reading A Memory of Light slowly. I want to savor it. I’ve already laughed and cried and marveled at the lovely intricacy of the world. I am so enjoying the real interactions between the Seanchan and everybody else. I love Tuon, excuse me, Fortuona and the insights into their culture. I love Mat’s goddamn, here I go again, doing this lead a fight thing. I love that Perrin is becoming so confident in his abilities. I love that Egwene has turned out to be the strong, confident, thoughtful person and not let power go to her head. Nynaeve has just floored me this book. And Lan. I love you getting the spotlight. I could go on. I never want the book to end. I want to know what happens. I have a conundrum.
My housemates keep asking me if the Last Battle is still going on and hasn’t it been going on for like 600 pages and I go yes….this is more like the Last War.