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The Wheel of Time Reread Redux: The Great Hunt, Part 10

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Hang on to your Oryctolagus cuniculus, kids, because it’s a Wheel of Time Reread Redux!

Today’s Redux post will cover Chapters 16 and 17 of The Great Hunt, originally reread in this post.

All original posts are listed in The Wheel of Time Reread Index here, and all Redux posts will also be archived there as well. (The Wheel of Time Master Index, as always, is here, which has links to news, reviews, interviews, and all manner of information about the Wheel of Time in general on Tor.com.)

The Wheel of Time Reread is also available as an e-book series! Yay!

All Reread Redux posts will contain spoilers for the entire Wheel of Time series, so if you haven’t read, read at your own risk.

And now, the post!

 

Chapter 16: In the Mirror of Darkness

WOT-dragon-tearRedux Commentary

My commentary on Rand’s reaction to Selene in this chapter is one of the few of the early Reread posts I clearly remember writing, mostly because – well, here, let me quote the relevant part first:

I guess we’re supposed to divine that she’s just so unbelievably beautiful that none of the three men can get blood back up to their brains long enough to notice this.

Plausible? Dunno, I’m not a guy. Heterosexual males in the audience? Little project for you. Picture the most absolutely gorgeous woman you can think of; I mean drop-dead killer looks here. Then imagine you totally just got to rescue her with your leet skillz, and she is completely up in your Kool-aid as a result. Then suppose she told you some ridiculous and patently untrue story.

Would you notice? Or perhaps more importantly, would you care?

Oh, and for this exercise you may also want to remember that in this scenario you are eighteen. And a virgin. Just FYI.

I remember this because the observation I made here (that I myself might perhaps not have the clearest perspective on just how plausible Selene’s brain-scrambling effect would be on an inexperienced eighteen-year-old boy) is one that actually only came to me as I was in the process of being sarcastic about it in the first sentence.

In other words, I was initially totally prepared to scoff at the entire idea, but by the time I completely thought that reaction through, I actually ended up arguing the opposite point. Which was important (to me) for two main reasons.

For one, it served as a sharp reminder of something that I must try to keep in the forefront of my mind, both as a writer and as a person, which is that I cannot allow the facile assumption that every person (or character) thinks and feels the exact same way I do about things. Age, culture, social rank, personal background – all of these and many more things are factors in how a person behaves and reacts to the things that happen to them, and the inevitable differences in those factors can make the gap between one person’s reactions and another person’s reactions anywhere from slight to vast.

I can (and have, and will) continue to contemplate and debate over whether a given person’s (or character’s) behavior is acceptable, because recognizing that someone’s actions may have a rational (to them) source obviously does not automatically render all actions value-neutral. But it is crucial to remember, while debating such things, that no person’s behavior, no matter how personally inexplicable I find it, occurs in a vacuum (and ideally no character’s behavior does so either), and understanding a person’s (or character’s) personal context for their behavior is vitally important for making fair judgments on that behavior.

The other reason this revelation stuck with me is that it also reminded me that reasoned examination of why I myself think and feel a certain way about a thing could clarify and solidify my rationale for holding a given viewpoint, but it also could have the exact opposite effect. It could, in fact, lead me to conclude that my previous stance on a thing was partially or totally incorrect. And part of my own personal drive to better myself is to accept that admitting this is not hypocrisy or weakness, but a necessary component of being a fair and even-handed person, which is something I would definitely like to be.

…And in non-navelgazing news, again from the original commentary:

I’m fairly positive I didn’t immediately guess Selene was Lanfear when I first read this, but I sure as frickin’ hell knew she was all kinds of wrong straight off. I mean, come on — I could drive a grolm through the holes in that story.

(A), LOL. And (b), am I the only one who thinks it’s kind of weird that grolm appear here in the “if” version of Randland proper, but only apparently exist on the Seanchan continent in the “real” Randland? How did the “if” versions get there? Did they swim the Aryth Ocean after all the people and Trollocs died? How did they survive when apparently everything else down to the insects has died out? I have serious ecological concerns about this situation, people!

“But Kinslayer’s Dagger lies more than a hundred leagues south of the Erinin. A good bit more. Distances are hard to judge in this place, but… I think we will reach them before dark.” [Loial] did not have to say any more. They could not have covered over a hundred leagues in less than three days.

Without thinking, Rand muttered, “Maybe this place is like the Ways.” He heard Hurin moan, and instantly regretted not keeping a rein on his tongue.

And then:

“[Selene] says you were right about the Ways, Rand. The Aes Sedai, some of them, studied worlds like this, and that study was the basis of how they grew the Ways. She says there are worlds where it is time rather than distance that changes. Spend a day in one of those, and you might come back to find a year has passed in the real world, or twenty. Or it could be the other way round.”

I don’t think it quite makes sense that some “if” worlds have compressed or expanded… er, time-space?… states? Because shouldn’t those compressed or expanded worlds be so completely out of phase with the “real” world that they would rapidly fail to reflect it at all, if they ever did?

*shrug* But then, compared to the fact that I’m not sure that the entire concept of the “if” worlds even fits into WOT cosmology in the first place, I guess the time-space compression/expansion detail is just one more log on the fire. And, you know, a very handy plot-advancing device too, so okay.

Rand drummed his fingers on the high pommel of his saddle for a moment, thinking. “We have to stick as close to the trail as we can,” he said finally. “We don’t seem to be getting any closer to Fain as it is, and I don’t want to lose more time, if we can avoid it. If we see any people, or anything out of the ordinary, then we’ll circle around until we pick it up again. But until then, we keep on.”

“As you say, my Lord.” The sniffer sounded odd, and he gave Rand a quick, sidelong look. “As you say.”

Rand frowned for a moment before he understood, and then it was his turn to sigh. Lords did not explain to those who followed them, only to other lords. I didn’t ask him to take me for a bloody lord. But he did, a small voice seemed to answer him, and you let him. You made the choice; now the duty is yours.

“Take the trail, Hurin,” Rand said.

With a flash of relieved grin, the sniffer heeled his horse onward.

I dunno, I think I would much prefer a lord who actually bothers to explain his reasoning for whatever probably-insanely-dangerous thing he wants me to do. But then, I have been informed that I would be absolutely awful at taking orders under almost any circumstances (I once idly speculated to my sister about how I would do in the military and was subjected to a five-minute laughing fit in response), so that probably explains it.

 

Chapter 17: Choices

WOT-portal-stoneRedux Commentary

I think I toyed, at various points, with deciding to get irritated that of COURSE, the main female villain’s motivation re: the protagonist was about love and/or lust and/or blah blah Fatal Attraction whatever. And admittedly, it really is a tired trope, the stereotype that women (evil or otherwise) are motivated by relationship concerns (specifically, of course, meaning “a relationship with a man”) above all others.

However, on balance I felt (or feel now, if I didn’t before) that it wasn’t nearly as valid a complaint re: WOT specifically as it might be for other stories. And this is because of the simple fact that WOT does not have a scarcity of resources to balance Lanfear out as a character. In other words, unlike so many other stories, WOT contains a wealth of complex female characters, both good and evil, all with their own individual, diverse and varied motivations and concerns, some of which are about love and relationships and many more of which have nothing whatsoever to do with those things – just as their male counterparts do. Ergo, Lanfear’s bunny-boiler status, while trope-y, is not nearly as offensive as it could be, because it is allowed to be merely her own particular psychosis thing, rather than a characteristic that by default gets unintentionally mapped onto all female antagonists just because she happens to be the only game in town.

In other words, so many of the problems concerning female characters and the egregious stereotyping/one-note Charlie-ing of them would be solved if only there were simply more female characters to go around. I’m just saying.

Also, I note with amusement (and a little bit of censure) that after having had my revelation about walking in other people’s shoes re: lustful plothole ignoring in the previous chapter, I went right back to making fun of it in the commentary to this chapter, which seems a little inconsistent of past-me. But then, I did say I still get to judge people for doing stupid shit even if I understand why they did it, so maybe it’s not so inconsistent after all. Go me!

But back to “if” worlds, the implausibility thereof:

[Selene:] “Those worlds truly are mirrors in a way, especially the ones where there are no people. Some of them reflect only great events in the true world, but some have a shadow of that reflection even before the event occurs. The passage of the Horn of Valere would certainly be a great event. Reflections of what will be are fainter than reflections of what is or what was, just as Hurin says the trail he followed was faint.”

Well, this obviously makes no more sense than any of the rest of it. However, it is pleasingly internally consistent with the rest of the non-sense-making nature of the “if” worlds and their wacky timey-wimey shenanigans, so I’m fairly content to let it go overall.

The light drifted toward him, it seemed, surrounded him, and he… embraced… it.

I thought he had to seize it? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯


And that’s what I got for this one, y’all! Come back next Tuesday for Moar!


How Far Into the Future Did Aviendha See?

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Towers of Midnight, the second to last book in Robert Jordan’s Wheel of Time saga, is brimming over with amazing moments, from Perrin’s battles with Slayer, Egwene’s machinations in the Tower, Rand’s defense of Maradon, the forging of Perrin’s hammer, Mat’s rescue of Moiraine, and onward. To Wheel of Time readers, these moments were somewhat expected. They’re all main characters, after all, so of course they’re all going to do something fantastic.

What really took readers and fans like myself by surprise were the two gut-wrenching chapters near the end of the book where Aviendha watches the slow unraveling of the Aiel people. Shortly after the publication of Towers of Midnight there was some question as to whether Aviendha had actually seen the future past The Last Battle and, if so, if that future was fluid. A Memory of Light answered both of these questions, but it left a smaller one behind. Namely: Exactly how far in time did Aviendha see?

This isn’t a question that demands an answer, but it’s our only glimpse into the series’ Fourth Age and I like theorizing about the Fourth Age as well as deducing exact figures from environmental clues. Aviendha’s trip through the “way-forward ter’angreal” is difficult to pin down, but given the clues from the book itself, as well as some confirmed facts about Aes Sedai from the forthcoming Wheel of Time Companion encyclopedia, I was able to arrive at a likely number for Aviendha’s trip through time.

Let’s begin.

It turns out that passing through the Rhuidean ter’angreal again causes Aviendha to see six iterations, or generations, of Aiel that turn out to be her descendants. The ter’angreal starts Aviendha at the very last descendant of her bloodline and works its way back to Aviendha’s direct offspring. What follows is that same journey, reversed into chronological order.

Note: The Last Battle occurs in the year 1000 NE (New Era) according to the in-universe calendar.  For the sake of clarity we’ll continue to use that numbering even though the turning of the Age may have called for a new calendar.

 

First Iteration

What Happens: This viewing reveals all four of Aviendha and Rand’s prophecied quadruplets, and also reveals that all four have the highly unusual quality of being able to automatically channel since birth. We see this viewing through the perspective of Aviendha’s daughter Padra, and learn that Padra has one sister, Marinna, and two brothers: Alarch and Janduin. We also meet Ronam, Rhuarc and Lian’s son.

The links to Aviendha, Rand, and the Last Battle are directly stated in this iteration. It has been 17 years since Tarmon Gai’don. It is highly likely that the quadruplets were conceived during Rand and Aviendha’s night together at the beginning of A Memory of Light, that means that in the viewing Padra and her brethren are 16 years old.

At the end of the viewing, the 11 clan chiefs gathered in Arad Doman declare war on the Seanchan.

Notable Revelations: Tuon’s rule of Seanchan is “honorable” but doesn’t last long. Mat’s fate becomes ominous as a result, and since we hear of damane and sul’dam in subsequent iterations, this must mean that even if Tuon introduced reforms to halt the collaring of channelers, those reforms were surely reversed upon her assassination.

We also know that this iteration likely never comes to pass, since Aviendha was able to warn Rand in A Memory of Light to include the Aiel in the Dragon’s Peace, an agreement they are clearly not beholden to in Aviendha’s viewing.

Huh?: A huge meeting of Aiel leaders that hasn’t been seen since before The Last Battle? Why wouldn’t Aviendha be there?

Years After The Last Battle: 17 (1017 NE)

 

Second Iteration

What Happens: We see through the perspective of Oncala, a Maiden of the Spear, as she visits a rebuilt Caemlyn and tricks the ruler of Andor into joining the Aiel’s war against the Seanchan.

Andor’s ruler is not Elayne but her granddaughter Talana, a “middle-aged woman with deep, lustrous red hair.” Oncala mentions that the grandmothers of both her and Talana were first-sisters, signifying their relationship to Aviendha and Elayne. Despite this relationship, Oncala is extremely arrogant and contemptuous of Talana and pretty much all “wetlanders,” since they have stayed neutral in the Aiel’s four-decades-long war with the Seanchan. Oncala presents Talana with Seanchan plans for the assassination of all neutral rulers, but doesn’t tell Talana that these are only theoretical contingency plans. It is heavily implied that Andor and its allied powers will join the war against the Seanchan.

Notable Revelations: Rhuidean is under siege by Seanchan forces but the Seanchan have otherwise stayed in the lands they conquered before The Last Battle. Talana’s brother is the captain-of-arms in Andor, continuing a long Andoran tradition.

No mention is made as to whether Oncala, Talana, or Talana’s brother can channel.

The Two Rivers is mentioned separately from Andor, implying that it does eventually become its own country. The Court of the Sun is mentioned, which we know means the alliance between Andor and Cairhien. The Pact of the Griffin is also mentioned, which we know through the marriage of Faile and Perrin means the alliance between Saldaea, the Two Rivers, and the Two Rivers’s liege nation Ghealdan.

Years After The Last Battle: 57? (1057 NE?)

Huh?: Where is Queen Elayne? While an Aes Sedai’s age can range from 200 to 800 years dependent on her strength in the One Power, thanks to this Wheel of Time Companion entry regarding the Oath Rod, we know that the Oaths restrict an Aes Sedai’s lifespan to 300 years. Elayne was born in 981 NE, and even though she was ordered by Egwene to take the Aes Sedai Oaths, she would still be in the first third of her lifespan by the time of this viewing. So where is she?

It’s possible that Elayne rules from Cairhien, or has created a new capital city for the Court of the Sun (possibly from Aringill), ruling ceremonially from there. It’s also possible that Elayne has abdicated her throne to her offspring in order to serve as an ambassador. Alternately, Elayne may actually be Amyrlin at this point in time, since Cadsuane Sedai would have reached the end of her lifespan. There is, of course, a more simple and grim explanation, one that would fit the “tone” of this timeline: Elayne dies well before her time.

Even if Elayne dies prematurely, there remains the question of the fate of her and Rand’s twins. They are conceived in February of 1000 NE, putting their arrival in November of that same year. All we know for sure is that one of the twins survives childbirth, although it’s quite possible that both do, since Auntie Nynaeve, World’s Best Healer would probably watch over Elayne like a hawk. If both survive, one of them probably inherits the Cairhienien throne, with the other getting Andor.

Elayne becomes pregnant at age 18 or 19, but she was in a hurry since her lover was fated to die in only a few months. We don’t know when Talana’s mother becomes pregnant, but Talana is mentioned as being middle-aged, which would probably signify that she’s in her 40’s or older, since Morgase, who ages from 40 to 43 over the course of the series, is also considered to be transitioning into middle-age.

This doesn’t quite mesh with the birth year of Elayne’s twins, though. Whether Elayne is connected to Talana through a son or a daughter, that child would have to be very young, bordering on adolescence, in conceiving or impregnating Talana. Neverthless, it’s possible that Elayne has a daughter that has Talana when she is 16, making Talana 40 in Aviendha’s viewing, but it’s also just as likely that Talana is physically the age that Elayne’s daughter would be, if Elayne’s daughter did not inherit the ability to channel. (Unlikely as that seems.)

If Talana is born only 16 years after the Last Battle, and Elayne is gone, then that leaves open the question of the fate of Talana’s parents. It’s possible that Talana was born to Elayne’s son, but also possible that Talana was born to Elayne’s daughter, but that Elayne’s daughter did not survive childbirth, necessitating Talana’s accession to the throne.

The apparent age of Elayne’s offspring would fit much more comfortably if we added ten years to Aviendha’s viewing. However, this iteration clearly states that it is 40 years ahead of the iteration before it. And the timespan fits quite well with the apparent age of Oncala. Since both she and her mother have been spending their lives fighting the Seanchan, that probably means Padra delayed having children until her late 20s or early 30s, putting Oncala’s age in the viewing in roughly the same range. Elayne’s progeny raises a ton of questions, but the answer to all of those is probably: tragedy.

Years After The Last Battle: 57 (1057 NE)

 

Third Iteration

What Happens: The Seanchan took Andor’s entry into the Aiel’s war as the breaking of the Dragon’s Peace and promptly returned to collaring channelers, both wetlander and Aiel. In the war that followed, all of Aviendha and Rand’s four lines of progeny were killed off with the exception of Ladalin, a Wise One of the Taardad Aiel, who is the woman that Aviendha has her viewing through. Ladalin is quite old and cannot channel (hence her survival), and through her recollection we learn how the Seanchan have progressed during the war. In this viewing, Ladalin learns that the White Tower, the last bastion of open resistance, has fallen to Seanchan forces.

Important Revelations: Andor fell to the Seanchan twenty years before this viewing, as did Cairhien, Illian, and the Black Tower. In Ladalin’s recollection, the Aiel have been retreating for “decades.” She recalls growing up as a child in Almoth Plain, but then being forced gradually down to Tear, and finally into the Spine of the World. The older amongst the Aiel still recall the blood of the Dragon and the Car’a’carn. It should be noted at this point that this branch of Aviendha’s progeny, from Ladalin onward, cannot channel the One Power.

From her physical condition, we get the impression that Ladalin is in her mid-40s to mid-60s. Since she remembers living in Almoth Plain as Andor entered the war, her mother is most likely Oncala. It’s possible that there is another generation between Oncala and Ladalin, which would add 15 to 30 years to the events in Ladalin’s recollection, but this strains credibility, since the Seanchan really ramp up their aggression after Andor enters the war, capturing Rhuidean, most of the Wise Ones, and leaving the Aiel stalled as a culture, meaning that the Seanchan would probably be farther along in their invasion. This leaves us with a range of 50 to 90 years after Oncala’s iteration, or a range of 50 to 70 years if we accept that Ladalin is Oncala’s child.

Huh?: There’s actually no confusion in this iteration. Ladalin is very probably as old as she should be, considering the intervening events.

Years After The Last Battle: 100-120 (1100-1120 NE)

 

Fourth Iteration

What Happens: 14-year-old girl Tava lives in a canyon in the Three-Fold Land, the last and most secret Aiel stronghold left. At least until that night, when the Seanchan sweep in with raken and attack. Tava is nearly killed by one until her father Rowahn rushes in with a sword and kills the Seanchan soldier. Once the battle is over, Rowahn urges the Aiel to rebuild their village but this proves to be the last straw for the Aiel, and the village disbands.

Important Revelations: Rowahn is considered an oddity amongst the Aiel for wearing the veil and clothes of their ancestors, instead of the more modern garb that the rest of the Aiel wear, and referring to them as a clan and referencing ji’e’toh. Tava knows that Rowahn inherited those clothes from his grandfather, who stressed that Rowahn remember the old ways of the Aiel.

The Seanchan are allied with Shara now (called The Far Ones) and have primitive guns.

Rowahn uses a sword, which is no longer forbidden, even though some of the Aiel still consider it to be bad luck.

This is the first confirmed generational skip in Aviendha’s viewings, possibly because Rowahn is male. If this is the case, it would mean that the ter’angreal can only show Aviendha the stories of her female progeny. There is some support for this argument when considering that Rand saw through only male Aiel when he walked through the glass columns in The Shadow Rising.

The narrative mentions that Rowahn inherited his clothing from his grandfather, so Tava is at minimum Ladalin’s great-grandchild, with Rowahn being Ladalin’s grandson. Emotionally, it seems likely that the generation skip probably doesn’t go further than that, as Ladalin’s family would have had the Aiel’s legacy weighing heavily on their minds after the taking of Rhuidean.

Since Ladalin is old when we see her, Rowahn’s father is most likely already born and an Aiel warrior in his 20s. Rowahn himself is probably born shortly before or after Ladalin’s iteration. If Rowahn has Tava when he is in his 20s, then we’re probably 40 years ahead of Ladalin’s iteration.

Interestingly enough, the presence of Seanchan with firearms doesn’t actually tell us much in regards to how much time has passed since The Last Battle, as cannons (introduced at the end of the series) and handheld firearms developed in parallel with each other upon the discovery of gunpowder. The Seanchan probably carried personal firearms earlier than this iteration, actually.

Years After The Last Battle: 140-160 (1140-1160 NE)

 

Fifth Iteration:

What Happens: Oh god, this iteration… We see through the eyes of Norlesh and learn that the Aiel as a people are now nomadic beggars wandering the Waste. Norlesh and her husband Metalan have had five children but only two are alive in the viewing, a baby named Garlvan and Norlesh’s second youngest, a girl named Meise. Metalan tries to trade rocks of metal ore for food, but the merchants and miners stationed at the Spine of the World won’t trade with Aiel, as the Seanchan forbid it. Metalan and Norlesh’s family leave without food and Garlvan dies quietly of starvation.

Important Revelations: The Seanchan are in complete control of the Randland continent and are now known as the Raven Empire. Higher class Seanchan are known as Illuminated Ones. Technology has proceeded apace, and the Raven Empire utilizes electricity and cars.

Norlesh mentions that Tava is her grandmother, establishing another generational skip.

The Aiel are now living in poverty and are forced to live a nomadic lifestyle in a land that provides little food or water, so their life expectancy should plummet. We can look to present day populations in two of the world’s poorest countries with similar climates, Uganda and the Democratic Republic of Congo, to get an expectation of how long Aiel would live in this kind of environment. Life expectancy in these countries is 59 years of age, but only if you manage to live past 40.

In general, poverty also increases birth rates, as we see evidenced by the fact that Norlesh has had 5 children. Present-day Uganda is also a good parallel when considering Norlesh’s birth rate:

A typical Ugandan woman gives birth to seven children—an extraordinarily high fertility rate that has remained largely unchanged for more than 30 years. Half the population is under 15, and will soon move into childbearing age. Only one in five married women has access to contraception.

From this we can determine that Norlesh is probably 21 to 30 years old, and likely on the younger end of that range. Norlesh’s sole surviving child, Meise, was probably born when Norlesh was 20, and since Norlesh’s mother and Tava were in a similar situations, let’s assume that they all had their children at the age of 20, as well. Tava would have had her offspring 5 to 6 years after her iteration, and her offspring would have had Norlesh 20 years after that. Add another 20 for Norlesh’s age when she had Meise, and another 5 years for Meise’s assumed age during the time of the viewing. This gives us a 50 year jump from Tava’s iteration.

Years After The Last Battle: 190-210 (1190-1210 NE)

 

Sixth (And Final) Iteration

What Happens: The 18 year old Malidra sneaks into an Illuminated Ones camp at the foot of the mountains of the Spine of the World, looking for food in their trash pile or something else valuable. The Aiel are just a name now, not a people with grand traditions and culture. Malidra is shot by a guard while sneaking into the camp and thus ends Aviendha and Rand’s lineage.

Important Revelations: Malidra continues the cycle of poverty we learned of in Norlesh’s iteration. She is the last of four sisters, is constantly starving and scavenging, and has little to no education. She doesn’t believe that there is any land beyond the Spine of the World, and knows the Raven Empire as “Lightmakers” due to their usage of electric lights.

The Seanchan are building a transcontinental railroad between Randland and Shara. They also have the ability to make Malidra “vanish with a stare,” which suggests that damane are still in use.

Malidra also refers to her people as “the Folk,” although the Seanchan guard refers to her as a “bloody Aiel.”

Norlesh is probably Malidra’s grandmother, since Meise had no sisters and Norlesh most likely did not live long enough to have three more daughters. That makes Meise the mother of Malidra. If we assume the same average birth rates and life expectancy established in Norlesh’s iteration, then Meise has Malidra 15 years after we see her in Norlesh’s viewing. With Malidra’s stated 18 years of age, that puts us 33 to 40 years ahead of Norlesh’s iteration. Let’s call it a straightforward 35 years.

Years After The Last Battle: 225-245 (1225-1245 NE)

 

In Summary

Gods, recounting all of that is depressing. I now have a newfound appreciation for the reverse chronological order in which these scenes were presented in Towers of Midnight.

All in all, the reader moves through eleven generations of over a span of around 250 years.

Lineage:

  • Aviendha + Rand
    • Alarch
    • Janduin
    • Marinna
    • Padra
      • Oncala (from Padra)
        • Ladalin
          • [unnamed]
            • Rowahn
              • Tava
                • [unnamed]
                  • Norlesh (+ Metalan)
                    • Meise (+ Garlvan)
                      • Malidra

That many generations should actually take more than 300 years to play out, on average, but the Aiel’s dissolution shortens that considerably in the second half of Aviendha and Rand’s lineage.

It’s possible that there are generations we skip past entirely, and that the final iteration is 300 years, or more, after The Last Battle, but I doubt the ter’angreal shows Aviendha more than 300 years. The presence of the railroad 300 years-ish after the Last Battle actually tracks really well with the state of information and technology as it stands after A Memory of Light. Randland carries technology and techniques that are roughly equivalent to the 15th and 16th centuries, so it makes sense in comparison with our own history that the Raven Empire wouldn’t develop a continent-spanning railroad until 300 years later. In addition, extending Aviendha’s lineage further than 300 years, to 400 years, would lead to a startling change in the world we see. Humanity had television and tanks and atomic bombs 100 years after the railroad, and there’s certainly nothing of that nature in Malidra’s iteration.

A facet of the Wheel of Time that I kept coming back to while mapping Aviendha’s journey out was the absence of major channelers in her visions. We are eventually given an explanation, in Ladalin’s iteration, as to how channelers are being winnowed, but considering that so many of the Wheel of Time’s major characters are channelers, did all of them get taken down or captured by Seanchan? Aviendha’s ter’angreal future is ominous in regards to Elayne’s fate, and it never states what happens to Aviendha herself. Since Avi is strong in the One Power and not bound by the Oath Road, she could enjoy quite a few centuries of life before succumbing to old age. Which is more than enough time to help her descendants out in the Waste.

Since war comes to both their peoples, it’s easy to assume that both Avi and Elayne are killed or collared. Considering Rand’s new god-powers at the end of the series, he could probably end the Seanchan war at a stroke, but it seems unlikely that he ever becomes a major player on the world stage again. Not including the Aiel in the Peace is what leads to the future Aviendha sees, and that seems to have have lots of ripple effects, as well. Perhaps an Aiel kills a Seanchan warrior in a minor fracas, a warrior that would have otherwise been in the right place and right time to prevent Tuon’s assassination, which Mat possibly falls victim to, as well. Since the Seanchan war more or less concludes with the White Tower going down, we know for sure that characters like Moiraine and Nynaeve eventually get killed or collared. Perrin and Faile’s nations stand closer than anyone else’s to Seanchan territory, as well, so they probably don’t last long.

This is the point I had missed until rereading the section for this article: That excluding the Aiel from the Dragon’s Peace spells doom for more than just Aviendha’s future family and the Aiel people. It spells doom for everyone and everything that we love about The Wheel of Time. Our favorite characters and all of their accomplishments, Rand’s steam-powered car excepted, are ruthlessly eliminated in less than 300 years.

Thankfully, that future will not come to pass.

The Path of Daggers ebook cover art by Julie Bell
Watch for more Wheel of Time Companion and Spin the Wheel coverage through this tag.

Chris Lough writes a lot for Tor.com, is on Twitter, and would actually kind of love his own trip through a way-forward ter’angreal.

Words of Radiance Reread: Chapter 48

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Welcome back to the Words of Radiance Reread on Tor.com! Last week, Shallan pored over maps and practiced her Lightweaving on the way to meet with her dazzling betrothed. This week, we jump back in time to see the effects of her Middlefest interventions… and the lack thereof.

This reread will contain spoilers for The Way of Kings, Words of Radiance, and any other Cosmere book that becomes relevant to the discussion. The index for this reread can be found here, and more Stormlight Archive goodies are indexed here. Click on through to join the discussion.

 

 

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Chapter 48: No More Weakness

Point of View: Li’l Shallan
Setting: the Davar estate
Symbology: Inverse Pattern, Vedeledev, Chach

 

IN WHICH Shallan, Balat, and Wikim act like a normal family and get into a pun-off; a carriage arrives; shouting ensues; Jushu is given away in payment for his own gambling debts—House Davar’s debts are too great to allow anything else; Shallan buys him back with two knives and love; more shouting follows; Father has found an ominous outlet for his anger.

 

Quote of the Week

“You are the type of man who profits from the gambling of others. You know that it usually leads to loss. I give you items of real value. Take them. Please?”

The man considered. He held out his hands for the daggers, and his man passed them over. He unsheathed one of the daggers and inspected it. “Name for me one reason I should show this man pity. In my house, he was an arrogant glutton, acting without thought for the difficulty he would cause you, his family.”

“Our mother was murdered,” Shallan said. “That night, as I cried, Jushu held me.” It was all she had.

This makes me cry all over again—for the little Shallan who didn’t understand why her mother tried to kill her, why she had to defend herself against the one who should protect her, and for the family who has now been torn apart by the death and the deception it brought. Much as I want to kick Jushu up one side and down the other, I also feel pity for him; he found his “escape” in a way just as self-destructive as his twin’s original plan, but he never escaped from his escape.

 

Commentary

Once again, the whole Davar scene makes my heart hurt.

This chapter starts out so cheerfully: Shallan’s efforts at Middlefest are paying off. Balat has pretty much stopped killing cremlings for fun, as his relationship with Eylita has developed further—directly resulting, I think, from the walk Shallan set up for them. He’s trying hard to man up and be a leader, even as their father descends further into his own private gloom, ambition, and madness. Wikim, too, has changed dramatically. He is thoroughly enjoying his maths, with the approval and support of the Davar ardents—support that for once even went so far as to rebuke Lord Davar for his anger, claiming that the Almighty approved of Wikim’s interests. He has come so far, in fact, that he is no longer suicidal, and by way of proof, he gives Shallan his pouch of blackbane. (DUN!)

In fact, Balat is much better mentally, and Wikim is much healthier physically and mentally, and they’re sitting in the gardens together, laughing and teasing one another. Their conversation is a hoot, especially when Wikim starts tossing metaphors to Shallan to see what she can make of them. Just like, you know, a real family… although Shallan is still trying too hard to distract them when any negative interactions come up.

And then we find that, apparently, Shallan was unable to do anything for Jushu like she had done for Balat and Wikim. Whether she never had the chance, or was unable to come up with anything that worked, we don’t know—but Jushu has still been out playing Prodigal Son to the hilt, gambling away somewhat more than his share of the family’s (non-existent) fortune. Now (if you’ll forgive the mixed metaphors) the time has come to pay the piper, and he has nothing with which to pay. A quick look at the books makes it clear that whether he wants to or not, Lin Davar has no money to redeem his son’s debts.

This is a bad, bad, bad place to be, and all the optimism of the first pages is blown out like a candle in a highstorm. ::sigh::

We don’t really know whether Shallan had made a similar attempt to help her father, but she does think that he’d been doing better. Whatever caused that—mostly likely simple lack of provocation—it’s over now. There’s a chilling incident when she goes to him to ask that he reconsider his denial of Jushu. For the first time in probably ever, he yells at her; when she (foolishly?) points out the apparent folly of his approach to “fixing” their problems, things get scary:

He looked at her, face shadowed but eyes reflecting light, like twin embers in the dark of his skull. In that moment, Shallan felt a terrifying hatred from her father. He strode over, grabbing her by the arms. Her satchel dropped to the floor.

“I’ve done this for you,” he growled, holding her arms in a tight, painful grip. “And you will obey. I’ve gone wrong, somewhere, in letting you learn to question me.”

She whimpered at the pain.

“There will be changes in this house,” Father said. “No more weakness. I’ve found a way…”

“Please, stop.”

He looked down at her and seemed to see the tears in her eyes for the first time.

“Father…” she whispered.

He looked upward. Toward his rooms. She knew he was looking toward Mother’s soul. He dropped her then, causing her to tumble to the floor, red hair covering her face.

This is, quite possibly, the closest either one ever comes to acknowledging the truth. It also strengthens my belief that his love for her has, over time and perhaps with Odium’s influence, been turned to equal parts fear of what she could do if she felt sufficiently threatened by him. That bit with the “terrifying hatred” makes me reasonably confident that Odium is involved here.

She defies him, however obliquely, long enough to redeem Jushu from his creditors. The results of her defiance, though… The serving maid is bloodied and has a broken arm (at least), and her father makes it eminently clear that this is what will happen as the alternative to hurting Shallan. Disobey, and someone else will pay the price.

Agony.

 

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This takes place three years ago, four months after Middlefest.

 

Sprenspotting

Angerspren, shamespren, fearspren. The Davar home is not a happy place these days, and the spren reflect it. Also, no Pattern… unless… well, we’ll go to Ars Arcanum for that.

 

All Creatures Shelled and Feathered

I just have to point out a couple of small items. One, of course, is Sakisa the axehound, who totally acts like any dog. The other amused me:

Vines shook and withdrew before her, though as her pace sped up, she stepped on more and more of them, feeling them writhe beneath her feet and try to yank back. Cultivated vines had poor instincts.

Heh.

 

Ars Arcanum

So about that missing spren… Is it possible that Shallan was inadvertently Lightweaving with Balat and Wikim? She hasn’t consciously connected with Pattern for a long time, but she did something at Middlefest, during her conversation with Hoid. Could she also have done something with her brothers as well?

I honestly don’t think she did; I think she simply gave them a focus other than their pain, their fear, and themselves. But it’s an interesting thought.

 

Heraldic Symbolism

The Heralds for this chapter are Vedeledev and Chach. I’m thinking that Vedeledev is the Healer, reflecting the impact Shallan’s efforts have had on Balat and Wikim. I suppose the number four could be significant, being as Jushu is the fourth son, but it seems less likely. Chach could, perhaps represent the Dustbringers, but I think it’s more likely she’s here as Guard and/or for bravery. I’m guessing probably not obedience, unless you consider Shallan being obedient to Hoid’s encouragement to

Keep cutting at those thorns, strong one… Make a path for the light…

 

Well. That’s enough of that. Come commiserate with me in the comments, and next week we can cheer up when Shallan and Adolin have a real date. We’ll need the fun of that chapter, after the grief of this one!

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The Wheel of Time Reread Redux: The Great Hunt, Part 11

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Fly, fly my pretties—into the next Wheel of Time Reread Redux!

Today’s Redux post will cover Chapter 18 of The Great Hunt, originally reread in this post.

All original posts are listed in The Wheel of Time Reread Index here, and all Redux posts will also be archived there as well. (The Wheel of Time Master Index, as always, is here, which has links to news, reviews, interviews, and all manner of information about the Wheel of Time in general on Tor.com.)

The Wheel of Time Reread is also available as an e-book series! Yay!

All Reread Redux posts will contain spoilers for the entire Wheel of Time series, so if you haven’t read, read at your own risk.

And now, the post!

 

Chapter 18: To the White Tower

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One thing that’s always great to see in an author’s characters is consistency. It’s easy to mark out “abrasiveness” or “willfulness” as Nynaeve’s most obvious character traits, and those are definitely a part of her makeup, but in fact one of the first things we learn about her, and which has remained constant throughout the series, is that in a lot of ways her defining trait is actually loyalty.

Like here, where she never once even considers the idea of “outing” Rand to the Aes Sedai. Granted, she has built up a lot of resentment for and defiance toward the Aes Sedai at this point, but in the normal scheme of things I don’t think that would have kept her from disclosing a genuine danger, like a channeling man—unless that channeling man were one of her people, which Rand obviously is. It’s an outlook which you can probably contest as to its moral righteousness, but really, y’all, Nynaeve does not care. Her people are her people, and everything else is salad dressing, and to hell with you if you have a problem with it.

Egwene is also loyal to Rand here, of course, but Egwene has sort of a more obviously vested interest in Rand than Nynaeve does. She is Rand’s peer rather than his elder, which Nynaeve definitely feels herself to be (deserved or not), and even leaving the potential romance bit aside, loyalty to one’s own age group (particularly when you are young) is a incentive that is all the more powerful for being so frequently an unconscious assumption. I don’t mean to diminish Egwene’s loyalty to Rand, exactly, but in terms of how their relationship stands, I find Nynaeve’s unquestioning allegiance to him to be the more impressive of the two, if that makes sense.

I said in the original commentary that I initially found Nynaeve’s behavior in this chapter “annoying,” but that it was merely “amusing” by the time I got to the first Reread. Which is interesting, because now I’ve moved well beyond being “amused,” to thinking that actually, I feel like I would have reacted in more or less just the same way as she did—and furthermore, I think I was probably deliberately tamping down the extent to which I agreed with her reactions the first time around.

Some people get more content with the established way of things as they get older, but I’ve found that… well, I’m not going to say I’ve gotten less content with the authorities who say “this is how things should be done,” because I’ve always been discontented with that. It’s just that the older I’ve gotten, the clearer I’ve become on exactly why I feel the need to push back against the status quo, and the less afraid I’ve become to say so. So I think I appreciate Nynaeve so much more now, for having the courage to say and do the things as a relatively young woman that I probably would not have been brave enough to have done at the same age.

I mean, basically in this chapter Nynaeve did the equivalent of getting up in the Pope’s face and being all “No, I do NOT respect your authoritah, so THERE.” And whether or not you agree that she was right to do so, you can’t deny that it takes some serious ovarios to even do it in the first place. I enjoy hefty gonads in a person, is what I’m saying.

The Amyrlin smiled. “I’ve often wished I could use this to fly. The records say Aes Sedai could fly, in the Age of Legends, but they aren’t clear on how, exactly. Not this way, though. It doesn’t work like that. You might reach out with your hands and pick up a chest that weighs as much as you do; you look strong. But take hold of yourself however you will, you cannot pick yourself up.”

This makes sense to me, obliquely, but I always sort of wondered why you couldn’t do it from the opposite direction, so to speak. Maybe you can’t lift yourself with the Power directly, but why couldn’t you, say, create a platform to stand on and then push Air up from the ground underneath it to make it go up, like using a hairdryer to float a ping pong ball? Or, what about just focusing Air down, pushing yourself away from the ground, maybe like the way the repulsors (theoretically) work on Iron Man’s suit?

I dunno, it just feels like you could work that out if you just tried a little.

Nynaeve looked at her worriedly. “Sheriam…” She stopped and took a deep breath. “Sheriam Sedai”—she seemed to force the honorific out—“does it have to be so hard on her? Flesh and blood can only take so much. I know… something… of what novices must go through. Surely there’s no need to try to break her just to find out how strong she is.”

“You mean what the Amyrlin did to you today?” Nynaeve’s back stiffened; Sheriam looked as though she were trying to keep amusement from her face. “I told you I spoke with the Amyrlin. Rest your worries for your friend. Novice training is hard, but not that hard. That is for the first few weeks of being one of the Accepted.” Nynaeve’s mouth fell open; Egwene thought the Wisdom’s eyes were going to come right out of her head. “To catch the few who might have slipped through novice training when they should not have. We cannot risk having one of our number—a full Aes Sedai—who will break under the stress of the world outside.”

Anyone who thinks the Tower training system for its initiates didn’t come straight out of Jordan’s experiences with boot camp was clearly not paying attention. And like the military equivalent, there are strong arguments to be made for both the efficacy and the shortcomings of such an approach. It works really really well for some kinds of people, and not even a little bit for others.

Basically, let’s just say that both Nynaeve and the Tower are lucky she got shanghaied outta there as quickly as she did.

In other news, Sheriam remains sort of a conundrum to me. For most of the characters, I have no doubt that Jordan knew right from the moment he introduced them what their eventual affiliations would turn out to be, but Sheriam is one of the few whom I really wonder if that is true for. Possibly because I didn’t ever really see (that I can recall) an instance in which her position was actually effectively used to further the cause of the Shadow, even in retrospect. There was the Gray Man incident in TDR, yes, but all that did was throw suspicion on Sheriam, which surely did not benefit the Black Ajah. And nothing she did later seemed to deviate from what all the non-Black sisters Egwene manipulated into following her did. So basically making her Black Ajah just seemed kind of pointless, other than the pure shock value of it.

*shrug* I dunno, what you do think?


And here’s where we stop, my chickens, since the next two chapters go much better together anyway. Have a lovely week, and I’ll see you next Tuesday!

Mistborn Mania! Casting Mistborn with Pro Wrestlers

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Now, I don’t know a lot about the video movie stars or television fiction celebrities, so I’m not much for a traditional casting post. I’ve got other plans in mind. No one asked but I’m here anyway to tell you what WWE and NXT professional wrestlers I’d cast as the characters of Brandon Sanderson’s Mistborn series.

(This post contains extensive spoilers for the first Mistborn trilogy, all NXT pay-per-views, and WWE Battleground.)

Kelsier (the Man)

The Survivor of Hathsin is a kind, good-humored man, an eternal optimist, and the natural subject of a cult of personality. He inspired everyone he ever met, driving them to be better than they naturally were. His passing left his friends listless, unable to cope with the void he left and bewildered by the legend he inspired. In other words, he’s Sami Zayn.

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The true hero of NXT, Sami battled his way up from obscurity, wrestling all over the world both under his own name and as the Luchador El Generico, to claim the NXT Championship belt from Adrian Neville at NXT TakeOver: R Evolution (I don’t come up with these names). Sami has the best smile in the business, a boundless determination, and a Helluva kick. He’s the hero we want, not the hero we deserve. Unfortunately, he’s Kelsier, and his story doesn’t have a happy ending. Which brings us to…

 

The Lord Ruler

The Lord Ruler is a Feruchemist, an Allomancer, and a Hemalurge. He reshaped the world and founded an empire that he ruled for a thousand years. Most importantly, though, the Lord Ruler is a liar. Born Rashek, a Terris packman, the Lord Ruler ascended to power by killing the man everyone thought was the Hero of Ages and stealing the power of the Well of Ascension. He fabricated a backstory for himself, eliminated every trace of dissent, and crushed everyone who stood in his way, including Kelsier.

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The Lord Ruler is Kevin Owens, the man who took Sami Zayn out of contention. Kevin and Sami wrestled together in the indies, and he was introduced to NXT on the same night Sami won the title. After the cheering crowds cleared, he and Sami walked down from the ring arm in arm, best friends 5ever. Then Kevin picked his best friend up and powerbombed him into the ring. Kevin Owens has beaten his best friend up so many times that Sami hasn’t wrestled in months. He stole Sami’s title and enforced his championship with a grim efficiency. And the entire time he’s been claiming that he’s doing all this to feed his family. Kevin Owens is one of the most interesting wrestlers I’ve seen, and figuring out his motives is nearly impossible. He’s also CRAZY ambitious. He started a feud with John Cena, the biggest face in the WWE, while Kevin was still in the development league.

 

Kelsier (THE LEGEND)

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After his death, Kelsier was basically deified by the masses. Everyone has an overblown opinion of him, treating him like a god when he was really just some guy. Kelsier the God is John Cena, the most overhyped man in wrestling. Look at him. Look at his little wristbands. Moving on.

 

Vin

Our hero! Vin is the true protagonist of the first Mistborn trilogy, although she may not want to be. She has a long and elaborate history of being duped by villains, whether it be Zane or Ruin itself. Growing up on the streets left her deeply untrusting, and she spends the majority of the series trying to open up and accept the help of the people worth trusting. Her power as a Mistborn is matched with a wildly improvisational style.

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Vin is the female character in the Mistborn series who most closely matches wrestling personalities, but it’s still not easy finding a match for her rich interiority in a culture mostly defined by bright lights, loud colors, and doing cartwheels. My pick is Becky Lynch, shown above as some kind of steampunk assassin. Becky was introduced as a crony to Sasha Banks, the Boss of NXT and current NXT Women’s Champion. Becky is an incredibly powerful wrestler, flinging herself about the ring with a wild abandon that often overbalances her, and pulling out moves that make my jaw drop. By feuding with Sasha Banks, she’s begun a transition from heel to face, and her amazing title match against Sasha at NXT Takeover: Unstoppable shows how dominant a character she’s going to become. Seriously, find a way to watch that match, it’s the best I’ve ever seen.

 

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Elend is a clever, sarcastic, scholarly man who ends up winning Vin’s heart and conquering most of the world at her side. He usually has his nose in a book, making him even harder to cast because this is wrestling and books are for nerds. HOWEVER, I set myself this task and I’m going to carry it out.

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Meet Hideo Itami. He made his name in Japan and signed with NXT in 2014, where he systematically dismantled his competition. For a while he was being feuded with by a tag team called The Ascension, and he won that feud. He wears a mean suit and can see every weakness in his enemies. He also once said that he hoped Kevin Owens won a title match, because Owens is a bad man and it would be more enjoyable to beat him. (There’s no romance plotline between Itami and Lynch, but I think they’d be cute together so y’all can shut up.)

 

Marsh

Kelsier’s brother is exactly as serious and businesslike as Kelsier isn’t. He came up through the skaa rebellion, then left it when he decided they weren’t serious enough. He worked as a spy for Kelsier’s crew. His nickname used to be Ironeyes, which became predictably ironic when he was made a Steel Inquisitor and had metal spikes jammed through his eyes so Ruin could control him. HE’D CRY BUT…YOU KNOW.

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Marsh is a great fit for Roman Reigns, a man who left Canadian Football to become a professional wrestler when it became clear Canadian Football wasn’t serious enough. He was introduced to the WWE as a member of the Shield, a trio of goons who beat people up in order to “fight injustice.” The members of the Shield were used as enforcers and mercenaries by a series of businesslike heels, but Roman eventually escaped that pit of darkness to become a hero in his own right. Look at that gaze. I’m melting.

 

Sazed

The real hero of the series, Sazed is a wandering scholar and connoisseur of religions. The story of Sazed’s lost faith and his long journey to rediscover it is the most important arc of the first Mistborn trilogy. I have to wonder, though, whether becoming a god is really compensation for having lost your faith. He seems happy enough, so I guess it’s not worth questioning.

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Enter Samoa Joe. Joe signed with NXT this May, but he’s been wrestling professionally since 1999. His journey has been long and tumultuous, spending years being the best thing about whatever circuit he happened to be in. After ten years in the desert of Total Nonstop Action Wrestling (TNA), Joe set himself on a new course by leaving that league and heading to the WWE. Will he rise to godhood? I’m betting yes.

 

Ruin

Ruin is the god who will eventually get to destroy all life, everywhere. He’s, ah, not a pleasant fellow. He has this nasty habit of getting released from his constraints, setting the world on a path of inevitable cataclysm. He mostly does this by causing typos, which will show those book-loving nerds what for.

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Meet Brock Lesnar, the god of violent retribution. That’s not me editorializing! That’s how manager and prophet Paul Heyman described Brocklesnar [STET] while he was ripping the doors off an expensive automobile with his bare hands. Brock Lesnar is the man who beat the Undertaker at Wrestlemania, ending a 21-win streak. Brock Lesnar is the man who ignores signature takedowns, who wins three-on-ones, who laughs when he bleeds. Wherever he goes becomes Suplex City. I don’t recommend visiting Suplex City.

 

Wax and Wayne

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The Vaudevillains. Look at them. We can go home now.

Carl Engle-Laird is an editorial assistant at Tor.com, where he acquires and edits original fiction. He recently discovered professional wrestling, and hopes to someday be a hoss. You can follow him on Twitter here.

Words of Radiance Reread: Chapter 49

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Welcome back to the Words of Radiance Reread on Tor.com! Last week, we went back in time to see Li’l Shallan enjoying an afternoon with the two brothers she was able to help, and redeeming the one she couldn’t. This week, we get to have a lot more fun as grown-up (ish) Shallan goes on her first real date with Adolin, and they chat about poop. Heh.

This reread will contain spoilers for The Way of Kings, Words of Radiance, and any other Cosmere book that becomes relevant to the discussion. The index for this reread can be found here, and more Stormlight Archive goodies are indexed here. Click on through to join the discussion.

 

 

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Chapter 49: Watching the World Transform

Point of View: Shallan
Setting: The Storm Cellar!
Symbology: Pattern, Palah, Chach

 

IN WHICH Shallan meets Adolin for their first date, and is wigged out to realize that they’re supposed to sit and drink and watch the highstorm’s approach; she is repeatedly dazzled by his smile, his hair, his smile, his cologne, his smile, his laugh, his eyes, his smile (yeah, a whole lot of dazzling going on up in here); her efforts to play the appropriate part in the courtship game are derailed by her innate curiosity; Adolin responds to her accidental candidness by also becoming more genuine; bodily functions and Shardplate make for an embarrassing mix; everything about the conversation goes askew; the possibility of chasmfiend ranching arises; Shallan takes the excuse to segue into her desire to get out onto the Shattered Plains; Adolin explains current affairs; the highstorm approaches, and Shallan finds herself mesmerized instead of terrified; they finally duck into shelter with a wasted six-second lead before the storm hits; Shallan retires to the women’s sitting room.

 

Quote of the Week

“Well,” Adolin said, “if you must know, an old adage on the battlefield teaches that it’s better to be embarrassed than dead. You can’t let anything draw your attention from fighting.”

“So…”

“So yes, I, Adolin Kholin—cousin to the king, heir to the Kholin princedom—have shat myself in my Shardplate. Three times, all on purpose.” He downed the rest of his wine. “You are a very strange woman.”

Yup, I still think it’s one of the funniest lines in all of fantasy literature.

 

Commentary

This was such a fun chapter to read, and such a hard chapter to write about! The conversation between Adolin and Shallan, replete as it is with Shallan mentally drooling over Adolin’s smile, eyes, etc., is entertaining and delightful, and there are so many exchanges that I’d love to copy… but you can read the chapter for that.

Aside from the shipping, which was SO much fun, the thing I found most compelling in this chapter was a development in Adolin’s character. Prior to this, even though we’ve been in his head, we’ve mostly seen his character through the eyes of Kaladin and Dalinar. Having said that, I must admit it’s a very odd statement. But I stand by it; his POVs have primarily focused on either his father or a battle. While this shows us his love, and respect for Dalinar, and is a superb perspective for a battle/duel scene, there’s not a lot about his actual motivation. The primary exception is that we’ve seen from the inside that he is intensely loyal, particularly to his father and brother.

So far, we’ve been given the mostly-external perspective of Adolin as a self-confident, even arrogant, prince; a fighter and duelist preoccupied with fashionable appearances and social acceptability. He’s not one to follow the stupider versions of “vanity-before-sanity” fashions, but he has a good sense of style and he does the things appropriate to his station in Alethi society. Dalinar thinks of him with great affection, but considers him somewhat hot-headed and overly concerned with the opinions of others; Kaladin merely thinks him spoiled, arrogant, and shallow. In either case, we’re not shown a man of particular depth.

This chapter gave me a whole different perspective. Back in Chapter 37, we got a hint, with this reaction when he saw Shallan for the first time:

Gorgeous red hair. There wasn’t a single lock of black in it. A slender build, so different from the curvaceous Alethi. A silken blue dress, simple yet elegant. Pale skin—it almost had a Shin look to it—matched by light blue eyes. A slight dusting of freckles under the eyes, giving her an exotic cast.

The young woman seemed to glide through the room. Adolin twisted about, watching her pass. She was so different.

Here in this chapter, everything changes (except that it’s from someone else’s POV again). At the beginning of the chapter, both of them are trying to be “proper” about this courtship gig; the theme is repeated again and again: the fashion folio, oversized so as not to be mistaken for a woman’s book. References to things they’re “supposed to do.” Act refined, because Adolin will expect sophistication. Act poised, elegant. This winehouse is the latest fad. Courting advice: “get him to talk about himself.” “He looked at her, expectant.” “…feeling as if she were filling an expected role.” “…dutifully looking at him with widened eyes.” “He paused…” “…what she hoped was a breathy, adoring voice.” “He paused again. She was probably supposed to ask what happened next.”

And then it all breaks loose.

“What if you need to poop?” she asked instead.

BAHAHAHAHA! The funniest part is that he starts to answer the questions she was “supposed” to ask—the question they always ask—before it registers what she in fact said. And then he answers her: honestly, bluntly, if somewhat reluctantly, and admits right out loud that “not going the way it’s supposed to” is kind of refreshing.

In rereading now, I was struck with the realization that honestly, he probably didn’t care all that much about fashion, and fads, and all the social hoo-hah. He just did what was expected of him (even if it was getting boring), because he had nothing else of great interest to do, no particular desire to rebel, and not much to rebel against anyway. He created an appropriate persona that more or less fit his interests and was suitable for his station, and lived in that persona, acting the part, dutifully following the script… until Shallan came and knocked him sideways.

“…Do you know how many times I’ve told that story about saving the plateau run?”

“I’m sure you were quite brave.”

“Quite.”

“Though probably not as brave as the poor men who have to clean your armor.”

Adolin bellowed out a laugh. For the first time it seemed like something genuine—an emotion from him that wasn’t scripted or expected. He pounded his fist on the table, then waved for more wine, wiping a tear from his eye. The grin he gave her threatened to bring on another blush.

Suddenly, they are in a real conversation. They talk about chasmfiends, and the possible result of the continued hunts; he outright acknowledges that he’s not as dense as he pretends to be. They talk about the Parshendi, and his dueling; she admits that she is terribly ignorant of the politics, because all the information she had from Jasnah was badly outdated. She asks him to tell her some of what is going on…

And he does. He tells her the whole story: Dalinar’s visions, the betrayal by Sadeas, their salvation by the bridge crew, his current quest to win as many Shardblades as possible through dueling. Letting it all out seems to lift a weight from him, and she finds herself wanting desperately to help him. Those paragraphs confirmed it: I am resolutely on this ship. They have each been bearing burdens, for their families and for the world, and they have been acting the parts given them. Finally, here in this unlikely betrothal, they have each discovered a fitting partner: they’ve found someone to laugh with, to relax with; someone with whom they can be open, honest, natural; someone who brings out the best in them.

I love this chapter.

 

Stormwatch

Heh. Literally: Stormwatch. This is the same day as Chapter 47, of course. But I shall take advantage of the Stormwatch header to quote something fascinating:

The stormwall.

A huge sheet of water and debris blown before the storm. In places, it flashed with light from behind, revealing movement and shadows within. Like the skeleton of a hand when light illuminated the flesh, there was something inside this wall of destruction.

Life. Something lived inside that storm, something that no artist had ever drawn, no scholar had ever described.

I’ll… just leave that there for you to consider.

 

Sprenspotting

In conjunction with the aforementioned stormwatching, “Windspren zipped in tiny rivers of light overhead.” Pattern is nowhere to be seen–even by Shallan—during their conversation, though she hears him humming as the storm approaches. What is that supposed to mean?

 

All Creatures Shelled and Feathered

Greatshells ahoy! This was an intriguing excursion into the biology of local fauna. Shallan postulates that chasmfiends, rather than being hunted as they’d always been, are now being essentially harvested, resulting in a decrease in the overall population. Oddly, rather than suggesting that they should stop, she instead draws the conclusion that perhaps the greatshells could be raised like chulls, breeding them and harvesting the gemhearts in entire batches. Greatshell ranching FTW! Might have problems with poachers.

 

Heraldic Symbolism

Palah and Chach preside over this chapter; the scholar and the guard—or learned/giving and brave/obedient. I’d like to hear your thoughts on their relevance here, because all I’ve got is Shallan going all biology-teacher on Adolin, and his bravery in battle—or perhaps that of his armorers.

 

Words of Radiants

These Lightweavers, by no coincidence, included many who pursued the arts; namely: writers, artists, musicians, painters, sculptors. Considering the order’s general temperament, the tales of their strange and varied mnemonic abilities may have been embellished.

–From Words of Radiance, chapter 21, page 10

This is from the same page as the epigraph of Chapter 47. The tone of this one, combined with what we know of Shallan’s own “strange… mnemonic abilities,” makes me think that the narrator may not be completely unbiased. So maybe the mistrust of the Lightweavers I got from the previous epigraph is more appropriately directed at the writer of this book?

 

Shipping Wars

Shallan and Adolin! Uh… we pretty much talked about that already.

 

Just Sayin’

This isn’t so much in-world phrasing, but in-world fashion. Believe it or not, it only just now occurred to me that the folio Adolin is examining gives us the visuals for the “Lift” interlude, which we’ll get to in…um… a couple of months or so. Okay, I’m slow sometimes.

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There’s a lot in this chapter I didn’t address. Navani, the parshmen, Shallan’s drawings, the yu-nerig, thoughts on Jasnah and Tyn and Kabsal, the reactions of the Alethi women to Shallan’s presence… Please feel free to bring it all up in the comments! There’s plenty to keep us busy until next week, when we follow Adolin into the men’s sitting room for some frustrating confrontations during the storm, and then return with him to the Kholin complex for the aftermath.

Alice Arneson is a long-time Tor.com commenter and Sanderson beta-reader. Currently her thoughts are focusing toward preparations for her first-ever con experience: WorldCon 73, also known as Sasquan 2015. Anyone else planning to be there?

Join Brandon Sanderson on His Mistborn Shadows of Self Tour

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Pick up the new Mistborn novel, Shadows of Self, on October 6—pre-order it from iBooks and tear through its secrets—then meet up with Brandon Sanderson on tour! Tor Books has announced the Mistborn Shadows of Self tour dates! Check them out below.

Tuesday, October 6
BYU Bookstore – Midnight release!
Salt Lake City, UT

Tuesday, October 6
Tattered Cover Bookstore @ 6 PM
Denver, CO

Wednesday, October 7
Murder by the Book @ 6:30 PM
Houston, TX

Thursday, October 8
Mysterious Galaxy @ 6 PM
San Diego, CA

Friday, October 9
Borderlands @ 12 PM to 3 PM
San Francisco, CA

Friday, October 9
Kepler’s Books @ 7:30 PM
Menlo Park, CA

Saturday, October 10
Powell’s at Cedar Hills Crossing @ 7 PM Update: This event is now at 6 PM.
Beaverton, OR

Monday, October 12
Barnes & Noble @ 7 PM
Oak Brook, IL

Tuesday, October 13
Schuler Books @ 7 PM
Lansing, MI

Wednesday, October 14
Brookline Booksmith @ 6 PM
Brookline, MA

You can read the first three chapters of Shadows of Self here.

Alcatraz Versus the Evil Librarians Sweepstakes!

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We have five galleys of the reissued edition of Brandon Sanderson’s Alcatraz Versus the Evil Librarians, out from Tor Books in February, and we want to give them to you! (Note that the cover art isn’t final, but the galleys do include illustrations and a sneak peek at Alcatraz Versus the Dark Talent, the long-awaited fifth book in the series.)

On his thirteenth birthday, foster child Alcatraz Smedry gets a bag of sand in the mail—his only inheritance from his father and mother. He soon learns that this is no ordinary bag of sand. It is quickly stolen by the cult of evil Librarians who are taking over the world by spreading misinformation and suppressing truth. Alcatraz must stop them, using the only weapon he has: an incredible talent for breaking things.

Check for the rules below!

THE RULES: The first five people to email their name and address to sweepstakes [at] tor DOT com will receive one ARC of the book listed above. Please make the subject of your email “Alcatraz Versus the Evil Librarians.” Good luck! Do not comment in this post for the sweepstakes, and for safety reasons PLEASE DO NOT leave your address in the comments.


Let’s Talk About the MVPs of Brandon Sanderson’s Cosmere

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We’ve talked a lot about Brandon Sanderson and his many works, his worlds, his magic systems, and beyond. One thing we’ve not yet discussed are the amazing and robust line of characters that inhabit these wondrous landscapes and intriguing plots! These characters come from all walks of life. Some have lived in the gutters, and others have walked the battlefield countless times over. Some study in libraries, some study in combat. Some are gifted with  great power, and still, others try to take it for themselves. But no matter where they come from, they’re all important, and they’re all worthy of your time.

Many of them seem to have key roles to play in Brandon Sanderson’s overall Cosmere, as well, and may appear in forthcoming books outside of their established series, so it may be useful to know of them beforehand!

We’ll start with the more street-level heroes of Sanderson’s work, and move up to folks on a more cosmic scale:

Note: This contains spoilers for Words of Radiance, the first Mistborn trilogy, Warbreaker, and The Emperor’s Soul.

 

Boots on the Ground

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Art by Michael Whelan

Kaladin Stormblessed, Windrunner-In-Training (Stormlight Archive):

One of the first point of view characters we meet in the Stormlight Archives, he starts off his narrative stuck in a slave camp for a crime he most certainly didn’t commit. Though he can be brash and stubborn, Kaladin is one of the most honorable characters in the series, and it’s this virtue that leads the self-aware spren Syl to him, a being of immense power who starts him on his path to becoming a Knight Radiant. He’s classified as a Windrunner, which means he can handily manipulate atmospheric pressure and gravitation when the mood suits him. (That is if he can stop falling on his face; gravity training is hard.)

Dalinar Kholin, Bondsmith and Professional Badass (Stormlight Archive):

Another point of view character in the Stormlight Archive, Dalinar is brother to the King of Alethkar, Gavilar, and together, they fought to unite the warring princes of their fractured nation. However, after failing Gavilar on the night he was assassinated, Dalinar has been working tirelessly to keep the peace they fought for from shattering. This difficult task would be easier to accomplish if he stopped having incessant visions of events that happened centuries ago. And if that voice in the sky would stop threatening him.

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Art by Michael Whelan

Shallan Davar, Liar and Lightweaver Extraordinaire (Stormlight Archive):

We meet Shallan, another important point of view character from the Stormlight Archive, on a journey to learn from Jasnah, the greatest mind of her generation. Before stealing Jasnah’s most prized possession, that is. Readers soon learn that Shallan has more she’s running from than towards. She, too, is a proto-Knight Radiant, and is classified as a Lightweaver, able to manipulate waveforms of all kinds (sound, light, touch, etc.) as well as utilize the ability of transformation. She’s accompanied by a creepy and cutely neurotic companion named Pattern, who helps craft her lies into convincing magic. Now if she could only stop lying to herself…

Jasnah Kholin, Scholar (Stormlight Archive):

The scholar that Shallan sought patronage from, and the niece of Dalinar, Jasnah is interesting for two very certain reasons. The first is that she’s a brilliant scholar and atheist in a world where gods have clearly tampered, and so brings a unique perspective to this world of gods and men. Second, she’s had her Radiant abilities for some time, and has gotten so good at them that she can literally turn you into glass.

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Art by Michael Whelan

Szeth, the Assassin in White (Stormlight Archive):

Someone out there is killing Knights Radiants and world leaders, and that someone is Szeth. A Surgebinder and Windrunner, just like Kaladin, Szeth can be controlled by an Oathstone. He recently declared himself free of the orders of his (former) masters, and was granted the sword Nightblood from Warbreaker. Szeth is a wild card in the story of the Stormlight Archive, and quite probably represents the wills of characters playing a larger, Cosmere-sized, game.

Shai, Forger by Birth, Thief by Choice (The Emperor’s Soul):

She’s crafty, she’s quick, she’s smart, and she has about five different identities, all of which can kick your ass. From the novella, The Emperor’s Soul, Shai is a Forger, meaning she can craft new or alternate histories of objects, areas, and even people, and enforce that new history. She can make an old table new again, or rewrite an entire person’s life. When she’s caught trying to steal an artifact from the Rose Empire, she is given two choices: execution, or using her powers to recreate the mind of an almost-assassinated emperor. Shai is on the list because not only does she have a very interesting background and abilities, but she’s one of the few characters we meet with an overwhelming knowledge of Realmatic Theory and how the three realms that make up the Cosmere, Physical, Cognitive, and Spiritual, work together.

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Art by Sam Weber

Vin, Ascendant Warrior (Mistborn):

Our point of view from the first Mistborn trilogy (The Final Empire, The Well of Ascension, The Hero of Ages), Vin starts out at the bottom of the ladder, living under the thumb of the Lord Ruler, whose immense power has quashed any sort of rebellion for centuries. When she joins up with a rag-tag group of con-men and mistings (magic users), she discovers that she’s a Mistborn, a rare person with the ability to use all metals for magic, and all of their effects. Vin is our underdog, constantly being pushed and pushing back, learning about her magic until she has to not only learn where it came from, but inhabit it fully. One of the Slivers of the Cosmere, someone who’s wielded a Shard of Adonalsium, Vin is powerful but compassionate, growing both as a person and a hero with the help of her love, Elend, and her mentor, Kelsier. Although Vin’s story appears to be done, Sanderson’s readers surely wouldn’t mind her reappearing miraculously in other Cosmere-centric stories.

Kelsier, Metallic Messiah, Kinda (Mistborn):

Kelsier is Vin’s mentor, and a fully fledged Mistborn himself, having discovered his abilities after being “broken” under the rule of the Lord Ruler, due to the murder of his wife and his subsequent imprisonment in a mining colony. While not the most stable man, his heart is in the right place as he sets about trying to depose the Lord Ruler and rid the world of his tyranny. What he’s up to now, no one knows. But there’s a ghost of a chance he’s still around somewhere…

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Art by Chris McGrath

Waxillium Ladrian, or How the West was Won . . . with Allomancy (Mistborn: The Alloy of Law):

Waxillium Ladrian is the main character of The Alloy of Law, a short story turned novel turned multi-book Mistborn series set 300 years after the events of the first trilogy. Wax was a bounty hunter who hunted in the Roughs, an area far outside the major cities of Scadrial, who is called back to the city (and his noble heritage) after the death of his uncle. Wax is on this list for two reasons: The first is that he’s a Twinborn, someone born with the ability to use both Allomancy AND Feruchemy, which is something we’ve only just seen recently in the Mistborn series and the Cosmere at large. He’s able to push on the metal around him, while also being able to increase and decrease his weight, which leads to some handy advantages over the outlaws he brings in. Second, Wax seems to be hooked into a larger scheme, with a certain god gently tugging the lure; something we’ll learn more about in the forthcoming Shadows of Self.

 

 

 

Slivers, Splinters, and Worldhoppers: The Demi-Gods Among Us

The Lord Ruler aka Metallic Messiah? (Mistborn):

Centuries ago, the Terrisman who would become the Lord Ruler, Rashek, murdered the supposed Hero of Ages, and took on a wealth of power at the Well of Ascension, becoming a Sliver of one of the Cosmere’s Shards in the process. He changed the planet’s orbit, its geography, and the people who lived on it, all in an attempt to A) keep Ruin at bay and B) to cement his rule over the planet. He also gifted himself Allomancy in addition to his natural Terrisman Feruchemical abilities, making him the only Fullborn, essentially granting himself immortality and devastating power. Although he only held a Shard for a fraction of a moment, the results changed the face of his entire planet. It has been hinted that we’ll learn more about the Lord Ruler in Bands of Mourning, the third book in the Wax and Wayne Mistborn series, which comes out in January of 2016.

Stormfather aka Skyface, Gonna-Kill-Us-All-Man (Stormlight Archive):

The Stormfather classifies as a “Splinter” of a Shard; power that has been broken off of a Shard and subsequently obtained sentience. Sometimes this breaking is a purposeful action, as it was with the creation of the Seons on the world of Elantris, and sometimes it manifests on its own, as the Stormfather did. While we don’t know his specific origin, he seems to be an echo of a dead Shard, capable of manipulating Roshar’s highstorms in catastrophic ways. Where did he really come from? How was he made? What is he capable of, now that a certain somebody is bonded with him? From what we can tell, the Stormfather suffered greatly when the Shard Honor died and the Knights Radiant turned their back on their spren. And now, he’s barely hanging on.

Hoid, The Wanderer, The Trickster (Everything):

Pft, this guy. What a pain in the neck. Mister I’ve-Been-In-Every-Book-Whether-You’ve-Noticed-Me-Or-Not. Not only is he sneaky, he’s supposed to have every magic trick in the book. Plus, he’s a Worldhopper, able to travel between planets in the blink of an eye. He’s so frustratingly enigmatic that I’d hate him if I didn’t love him. Hoid is a mysterious character who we’re still learning about, bit by bit. What we do know is that he’s been around for centuries, and was present at the shattering of Adonalsium. Hoid’s story obviously holds the key to a greater understanding of the Cosmere.

Sazed aka Harmony:

Sazed was a Terrisman scholar set to teach Vin and watch over her in her training as both a Mistborn and as a disguised noblewoman. A feruchemist, he stored all his scholarly knowledge in his metalminds, and even as he grappled with his faith and understanding of the world, he never stopped learning and cataloging. It was only at the end, as Scadrial drowning in ash and stellar fire, the corpses of two Shards before him, that he realized what he had to do. Sazed took on both Shards, becoming something new in the process. The merging of Preservation and Ruin produced a new Shard: Harmony. Now he watches over the planetary system of Scadrial, plumbing the Cosmere for answers and learning of the new power he holds.

Vasher aka The Irritable Immortal plus OMG NIGHTMARE SWORD:

One of the best characters from Warbreaker was Vasher, a highly accomplished scientist, Awakener, and warrior, fighting to keep the city he reluctantly loves from crumbling to bits. He’s also the creator of a special, sentient and powerful blade known as Nightblood, whose idea of a fun time is to consume the soul or Breath of the user until they wither and die and can’t play anymore. Vasher may be grumpy as hell, but he’s smart and knows a ton about Realmatic theory and Investiture. He’s been around a long time and doesn’t always live on the planet of Nalthis. Without spoiling too much, Vasher may be living somewhere new at the moment. But someday, somehow, he’ll going to be drawn back into trouble again, and it’ll all be thanks to that stupid death-sword.

Khriss and Nazh aka Haven’t We Met Somewhere?:

We actually haven’t met these characters, but we’ve seen their handiwork across the Cosmere. Khriss is suspected to be the one writing the Ars Arcanum at the end of each book, cataloging and theorizing on the various forms of Investiture on each planet. She also seems to intensely dislike Hoid.

Nazh meanwhile, is her personal illustrator, being sent on missions to different worlds to draw and record what he finds, be it maps, outfits, people, creatures, and more. While these two are shrouded in mystery, they’re most certainly connected to Hoid, Odium, and the Cosmere at large.

 

Gods: Shards of the Cosmere

Ruin (Mistborn):

One of the Shards of Scadrial, Ruin used to be a man named Ati, until the Shard he held twisted him into a destructive being, whose whole mind, body and soul were dedicated to the ideas of cataclysm and destruction and endings: in essence, Ruin. Though he and his opposing Shard, Preservation, fought for many years, there could be no clear victor because of their diametric opposition. So Preservation cheated and locked Ruin away from the world. Furious, Ruin’s whole purpose became to escape and end the planet he inhabited. He came extremely close to succeeding, too, but was ultimately halted thanks to the interference of Vin.

Preservation (Mistborn):

The other Shard of Scadrial, Preservation used to be a man named Leras until the Shard he held began to overwhelm him and turn him into a being that honored life above all else: in essence, Preservation. Knowing Ruin would always hound his efforts, Preservation did his best to lock Ruin away, though he lost part of himself in the process. It was Preservation who used a part of himself to gift Allomancy to the people of Scadrial, and even as he neared death, his spirit lingered on to help in the form of mist.

Honor (Stormlight Archive):

Alas, not much is known about Honor, except that he was apparently a good man who tried to take Odium head on and lost. At least in his losing he found a way to trap Odium from leaving a certain Stormlight-y solar system. There are still echoes of him throughout Roshar, but unfortunately, he’s gone the way of Marley and is as dead as a doornail…or is he? (Really, I don’t know, but maybe?)

Cultivation (Stormlight Archive):

Honor’s lover. We know very, very little about her, except that she’s somewhere on Roshar, and she’s bunkered down, hiding from Odium to stay alive. Her influence can be seen in the spren that represent aspects of nature, but this is the limit of what we currently know about her. Some suspect she may be the Night Watcher, but there’s no confirmation of that. We do know that she can look into the future, though the extent and solidity of that ability is unknown.

Odium (Stormlight Archive):

A Shard holder, Odium apparently used to be a good man, but after spending so much time embodying the hatred present within the Cosmere, the man he was is no longer. All that’s left is an awful entity, bent on destroying everything that isn’t it. Odium is responsible for the death of every Shard so far, and it would have gone on to kill more had Honor not found a way to bind it to the solar system that it’s currently in. Not much is known of Odium, but I’m certain as the books continue on, we’ll come to know more of this cruel being’s purpose and ultimate end game.

Adonalsium:

Adonalsium isn’t so much a being as it is a term, being what the sixteen Shards were before they shattered. It comprised what some called God, or at least an immensely powerful aspect of Creation. It is a name that haunts the Cosmere, and you can find mentions of it throughout Brandon Sanderson’s Cosmere books. It’s only a matter of time before we come to understand what Adonalsium was, what it is now, and what it will be in the years to come.

Note: There are more shards that have been revealed outside of the books, from interviews, AMAs, and other discussions with Brandon, but have not been revealed in the books yet. You can see a full list here.

 

So there you have it: a collection of heroes, saviors, enigmas, and gods, all grappling and fighting and struggling with one another in the vast sea of the Cosmere. While these people are only the tip of the iceberg of Sanderson’s wide cast of characters, I hope the above is more than enough to send you to your local bookshop, and learn their stories for yourself!


 

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The Wheel of Time Reread Redux: The Great Hunt, Part 12

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Holy homicidal hoopskirts, Batman, it’s a Wheel of Time Reread Redux!

Today’s Redux post will cover Chapters 19 and 20 of The Great Hunt, originally reread in this post.

All original posts are listed in The Wheel of Time Reread Index here, and all Redux posts will also be archived there as well. (The Wheel of Time Master Index, as always, is here, which has links to news, reviews, interviews, and all manner of information about the Wheel of Time in general on Tor.com.)

The Wheel of Time Reread is also available as an e-book series! Yay!

All Reread Redux posts will contain spoilers for the entire Wheel of Time series, so if you haven’t read, read at your own risk.

And now, the post!

 

Chapter 19: Beneath the Dagger

WOT-horn-of-valereRedux Commentary

People have suggested in the comments that Selene’s effect on Rand was not just solely due to the over-amped libido of a teenage virgin, but that she was actually using Compulsion on Rand (and Hurin and Loial) to woo them with her wanton wicked wiles (whoo!). I think this makes a certain amount of sense, especially when you consider that Loial should probably not find a human woman particularly attractive (what with her total lack of sexy sexy ear tufts and all), but if that was the case, I’m not sure why she didn’t go the whole hog and straight-up Compel Rand right into the sack, instead of letting him resist her.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m completely thrilled that Rand didn’t get raped (because that’s absolutely what it would have been, no matter how much he’d have thought he enjoyed it), but it just seems odd that Lanfear wouldn’t exploit that kind of weakness to the fullest.

But then again, she does more or less the same thing much much later to Perrin in AMOL, and I’m pretty sure she’s the one who gets all disdainful at some point about Graendal using Compulsion like a sledgehammer instead of with subtlety, so okay, there’s precedent. I still find her restraint a little puzzling in that case, though.

So maybe she didn’t use Compulsion. Because, it could just as easily be a pride thing, as well. I can totally see someone like Lanfear utterly rejecting the notion that she couldn’t get her Lews Therin to fall in love/lust with her without cheating, as it were. It is kind of insulting to her, when you think about it. Yeah, I could definitely see that being the case.

It was not as if he had never seen a girl’s legs before; girls in the Two Rivers always tied up their skirts to go wading in Waterwood ponds. But they stopped doing it well before they were old enough to braid their hair, and this was in the dark, besides.

I’m not sure whether I ever actually talked about this before, but I am bemused right now, reminded by this quote, at the somewhat odd juxtaposition of the mostly-flipped power dynamic between men and women in Randland with its completely unflipped clothing conventions.

I am not about to get into the history of sexism and women’s fashion, because that’s a dissertation unto itself, but suffice it to say that even though most of the women’s couture in WOT appears to avoid some of the more unbelievably ridiculous/awful fashion trends of yore (forget corsets, do you know how many women died because they wore hoop skirts?), there’s still a distinct traditionalist “modesty/beauty over utility” air to the fact that with the exception of the Maidens and, well, Min, pretty much every woman in Randland wears skirts. Which is kind of weird when you really think about it.

(I am leaving the Seanchan out of this, since they appear to torture both sexes equally with bizarre fashion demands. So, er, go them, I guess.)

Because look: I like skirts. I am a fan of long skirts, even, I wear them all the time. But I am not a farmer, or in any other job that requires significant physical labor or mobility, nor am I regularly riding horses all over the damn place. Because if I were, you can bet your ass I’d be wearing me some pants, because screw that. And not divided skirts either: PANTS.

It just seems like that in a society which has for however many centuries favored women over men, instead the other way around, that that would be reflected in the practicality of women’s clothing as well. Because, there’s the times you want to look pretty for the dance, and then there’s the times you have to go and scythe you a damn wheat harvest, and in a society where women can supposedly do what they want, their sartorial choices should reflect that. But Randland society just… doesn’t, it seems. And it’s pretty interesting to speculate on why.

Jordan’s implicit assumption seems to be that women in Randland dress the way they do not because of an externally imposed demand for women to be “modest” yet simultaneously “alluring” (because women’s fashion is allll about setting up impossible and contradictory standards, y’all) but because they themselves decided it was called for and imposed it on themselves. Which… seems a little backwards, really.

Not to mention, if you were really going to flip things around, then you would have the men’s fashions be the more uncomfortable, impractical, and objectifying of the two (or, alternately and yet simultaneously, argh, designed with an aim to “preserve modesty”). But other than Mat’s adventures with pink ribbons and Tylin, we really don’t see anything like that that I can recall. And anyway, the pink ribbons thing was only humiliating to Mat because pink ribbons are coded as female, which in Randland society should absolutely not carry the negative connotations of weakness and frivolity it does in our own. So in its way, that whole thing made even less sense than the rest of it.

My suspicion, though, for what it’s worth, is that most of this simply didn’t occur to Jordan. Or, possibly, that he just chose to ignore it. Because most people don’t really think about this kind of thing, even though they should, and therefore would be mostly confused by women in Roughly Analogous To Ye Olden Times wearing pants as a regular thing instead of skirts.

Or, you know, he just really really wanted to be able to describe dresses in exacting detail. Heh.

 

Chapter 20: Saidin

WOT-dragon-tearRedux Commentary

I think some people have quibbled about the ultimate use the Choedan Kal were put to in the series, but personally I think it worked out pretty well. Sure, it would have been awesome to have the magical equivalent of a tactical nuke on hand during the Last Battle, but cleansing the taint first was more important, and additionally could apparently only be accomplished using the giant sa’angreal. Winning a war with conventional weapons (so to speak) may be harder, but it can obviously still be done. And it was absolutely the right call that Rand’s confrontation with the Dark One required more psychological strength than magical (and that part of that mental strength was being able to voluntarily destroy the source of such Phenomenal Cosmic Power). It makes sense thematically if not strategically, if you see what I mean.

But at this point, naturally, we don’t have any idea what this thing is, only that it freaked out Lanfear, and therefore is automatically extremely worrying. I think I remember when I first read the series (which was only up to ACOS at that point) I was surprised that this particular thing had yet to come into play. But like I said, I generally approved of where it eventually did come in.

I said in the original commentary that I didn’t quite get why Rand would be mumbling the Aiel motto here, and I still think it’s rather odd. But, well, maybe it really was an ancestral memory flashback thingy, like Mat and Manetheren, and Rand just didn’t have them any other times, and then after seeing the family history in living color in the Wayback Ter’angreal in Rhuidean he just didn’t need them anymore. Maybe?

Or, he just really liked it when Loial told it to him back in Caemlyn, and it’s like that earworm song you get in your head and realize you’re humming when distracted. (Distracted by a giant Magical Tactical Nuke Of DOOM!)

I’ve probably forgotten that this was answered somewhere, but whatever: I thought, too, that we’re later told that the Choedan Kal can only be accessed via the ter’angreal keys, which Rand obviously does not have at this point, so how is he tapping into the thing without it?

Or was it that they said you couldn’t access them safely without the keys? That would make more sense. But I can’t remember at the moment.

Also, this is really minor, but:

Red shied at his cry; clay crumbled under the stallion’s hoof, spilling into the pit. The big bay went to his knees. Rand leaned forward, gathering the reins, and Red scrambled to safety, away from the edge.

I don’t quite get how Rand leaning forward here would have done anything but pitch him and his horse into the pit. And can a horse actually get up off its knees with a rider on its back? I dunno, seems wonky. And if I don’t get that question answered, the series is RUINED! FOREVER!

…except not really. Or at all. You know.


Yes, yes you do. And you also probably know (or at least agree) that this is where we stop for now. Kisses, kids, and come back next Tuesday for the next one!

Shadows of Self Sweepstakes!

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Brandon Sanderson returns to the world of Mistborn with Shadows of Self, out from Tor Books in the U.S. on October 6th and October 9th in the U.K. from Gollancz, and we want to send you a galley now!

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Words of Radiance Reread: Chapter 50

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Welcome back to the Words of Radiance Reread on Tor.com! Last week, the Shallan-Adolin ship went sailing on the high seas, with curiosity and… unaccustomed frankness, shall we say?  This week, Adolin is repeatedly disturbed by people and events which are beyond  his power to affect; it’s a rough evening for our boy.

This reread will contain spoilers for The Way of Kings, Words of Radiance, and any other Cosmere book that becomes relevant to the discussion. The index for this reread can be found here, and more Stormlight Archive goodies are indexed here. Click on through to join the discussion.

 

 

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Chapter 50: Uncut Gems

Point of View: Adolin
Setting: the Storm Cellar, the Kholin complex
Symbology: the Duelist, Palah

 IN WHICH Adolin waits out the highstorm in the men’s bunker of this Storm Cellar; he speaks briefly to Elit about their upcoming duel and is snarled at for his pains; Sadeas strolls over to taunt him, and it very nearly works; Adolin’s response earns the approval of his bridgeman guard; he wanders through the markets, idly considering the earlier events of the day and the future event of tomorrow’s meeting with the Parshendi; as he returns to the Kholin domicile, he finds the bridgemen-guards in a bit of a turmoil over a new set of glyphs scratched into the sitting-room floor; Dalinar assumes responsibility for them, presumably part of his vision-trance, and Navani seems to agree; the end date of the countdown is duly noted.

 

Quote of the Week

Sadeas smiled again. “Do you think me an evil man, Adolin?”

“That’s too simple a term,” Adolin snapped. “You’re not just evil, you’re a selfish, crem-crusted eel who is trying to strangle this kingdom with his bulbous, bastard hand.”

“Eloquent,” Sadeas said. “You realize I created this kingdom.”

“You only helped my father and uncle.”

“Men who are both gone,” Sadeas said. “The Blackthorn is as dead as old Gavilar. Instead, two idiots rule this kingdom, and each one is—in a way—a shadow of a man I loved.”

A selfish, crem-crusted eel. Nice one, Adolin. Very accurate as well as eloquent. Sadeas, how I love to hate you. Vile wretch.

 

Commentary

Oh, hey, look! It’s an Adolin chapter! Hope you didn’t wear out the subject last week… (Seriously – that was amazing! I was gone on a mini-vacation with family and friends for three days, and I had major reading to do to catch up with y’all!)

This week we’re in Adolin’s head in the aftermath of his date with Shallan, and I have to revisit that subject very quickly. He’s very pleased that “this thing with Shallan” seems to be working, because she’s marvelous, exotic, witty, and not smothered in Alethi propriety. (Would that infer what we’d call “Victorian propriety” or “Alethi social expectations of behavior?” I suspect the latter. We can discuss the implications in the comments.) Also, he thinks that she’s smarter than he is but doesn’t make him feel stupid – and it’s implied that it’s rather an Alethi thing for the women to make sure the men know how much “smarter” they are.

I find myself deeply irritated by Vorin tradition. Adolin is not at all sure the betrothal will continue to work, since his relationships always work at first and fall apart later. Add to that the “she didn’t make him feel stupid” comment, and it makes me want to smack Alethi society at large. Any man who is reasonably intelligent but has a very limited education because “it’s not manly” would have to be very frustrated by all the well-educated women who confuse “uneducated” with “unintelligent” and correspondingly treat men like idiots. Even if it’s a subconscious irritation, it’s got to be there. (As a student of literature, I’m delighted with the relatively subtle inversion of expectations. As an observer of pop culture, it reminds me far too much of the typical sitcom and advertising trope where men are assumed to be stupid and incompetent, and only manage to survive by virtue of possessing an intelligent wife/girlfriend. GRRR.)

So here sits Adolin. For once in his life, he’s had a conversation with a woman who assumes that he’s intelligent enough to understand what she’s talking about. Even when she was being witty at his expense, she invited him in to the fun rather than making him the butt of it for others. IMO he was complimented by both of those, and it’s probably the first time in his life that’s happened. No wonder his relationships never last beyond a week or two.

Okay, back to the chapter. It opens with Adolin tossing a mild taunt or two at Elit about the seven-day wait for their upcoming duel; this is followed almost immediately by Sadeas throwing a couple of veiled taunts at Adolin about his overt flouting of the king’s—and Dalinar’s—authority. For a minute I wondered why Sadeas’s taunting bothered me so much more than Adolin’s, and if I was just being biased, but I don’t think that’s it. Not all of it, anyway. Elit has a legitimate means of getting back at Adolin: they’re dueling in two more days, and it was Elit’s choice to set the uncommonly long delay in the timing. Sadeas, on the other hand, is goading Adolin deliberately, knowing perfectly well there’s nothing Adolin can do about it without both undermining Dalinar and getting himself in horrible trouble.

Speaking of which… foreshadowing again.

A small part of him wished for Sadeas to provoke him, push away his inhibitions, drive him to do something stupid. Killing the man right here, right now, would likely earn Adolin an execution—or at least an exile. It might be worth either punishment.

Sadeas does his unholy best to provoke: pointing out the uncut gemstones on his ring and his coat, gained by doing an unauthorized plateau run in open contempt of Dalinar’s orders; making smart remarks about his “former property” who are now patrolling the markets; renouncing Elhokar’s appointment of him as Highprince of Information – and clearly indicating that no one else will accept any similar appointments from Elhokar; sneering at both Dalinar and Elhokar; hinting that neither of them will survive when Sadeas makes his move; and outright telling Adolin that “you’ll understand and agree with me eventually.”

Adolin managed to keep himself under control. He refrained from doing any physical violence that could get him in trouble, but at the same time he made it eminently clear that he was opposed to Sadeas in every way. I’m still wondering which of those gained him Skar’s nod of respect.

I just have to toss in a couple of other odd notes. One is Adolin’s realization that there is a parshman among the bridgemen, wearing a guardsman uniform and holding a spear. It’s funny in context (since we know why “Shen” is there) and heartbreaking in another (since we know why Rlain is there). When he points it out to Dalinar, he’s all, “Yeah, it’s cool. I was curious what would happen.”

The other thing is one that was mentioned last week in the discussion: Adolin’s Blade. I have to just quote the whole passage:

Adolin summoned his Blade, then dismissed it, then summoned it again. A nervous habit. The white fog appeared—manifesting as little vines sprouting in the air—before snapping into the form of a Shardblade, which suddenly weighed down his hand.

Brandon has confirmed that the “little vines” are because the Blade was originally an Edgedancer’s spren. While this is the only time I can find that someone’s Blade-summoning is described in this much detail, I’m not yet convinced that the process itself is significantly different than anyone else’s. It’s generally described as mist coalescing into the silvery Blade.

 

Stormwatch

True Stormwatch event in this chapter:

“Thirty-two days. Seek the center.”

“Seek the center.” I like the way the two drivers for the upcoming expedition dovetail. Dalinar, the soldier & highprince with the authority, is getting magically-delivered instructions to seek the center of the Shattered Plains. Shallan, the well-on-her-way magic user with the ability to find and operate the target, is getting instructions from research and old stories to search out the ancient city of Stormseat that used to be in the center of Natanatan. Sneaky.

Note, also, that Navani has counted out the countdown, and the end date is in the middle of the Weeping, rather than being the date of a highstorm as Dalinar hoped. It is also two days before the end of the year, and there just doesn’t seem to be any significance to the date at all. I guess she’ll just have to wait and see…

 

Ars Arcanum

We don’t know it yet, of course, but we’re seeing extremely accurate Truthwatching from Renarin and Glys right here.

Does anyone still seriously believe that Dalinar did this without realizing it? I know Dalinar takes the blame here, though of course he doesn’t remember doing it. This is totally inconsistent with his previous experience in the visions, where he could remember everything that happened. As he says himself, this is an awkward way for him to get the information; if it’s coming to him from the Stormfather, why could it not be included in the visions? Why would it be sent to his subconscious for him to scratch it into the ground, or the wall? The most logical answer, despite his assumption, is that it’s not coming to him – and certainly not from the same source as the visions. Honor even told him, in so many words, that he wasn’t much good at seeing the future. Cultivation, on the other hand, is… and Truthwatchers are directly in the center of the Cultivation side of the circle.

But of course they don’t know about that stuff yet, so Renarin’s activity goes unnoticed, and Dalinar assumes the responsibility for it.

 

Heraldic Symbolism

Palah is the Herald of the Truthwatchers. That is all.

Okay, it’s not quite all. Because Palah: Scholar, Learned/Giving, Truthwatchers, Emerald, Pulp, Wood/Plants/Moss, Hair is on this chapter arch twice. Once might be for Sadeas and his stinking uncut emerald gems, but the other has to be for Renarin the Truthwatcher. So say I.

 

Words of Radiants

And now, if there was an uncut gem among the Radiants, it was the Willshapers; for though enterprising, they were erratic, and Invia wrote of them, “capricious, frustrating, unreliable,” as taking it for granted that others would agree; this may have been an intolerant view, as often Invia expressed, for this order was said to be most varied, inconsistent in temperament save for a general love of adventure, novelty, or oddity.

–From Words of Radiance, chapter 7, page 1

Willshapers. We really don’t know much about them, do we? Their Surges are Transportation (motion, Realmatic transition) and Cohesion (strong axial interconnection); we know guess a fair bit about the first one, but I’ve heard very little explanation of the second. In any case, they appear to be the adventurers – but they also are associated with the Builder (Kalak). I do suspect the epithets of “erratic, capricious, frustrating, and unreliable” are artifacts of people who really, really don’t understand what drives them as an Order.

(Just in case anyone cares, I’ve officially given up my expectation that Adolin would be a Willshaper, and now hope that he’ll become a real Edgedancer so he can awaken his Blade.)

 

Shipping Wars

Wow, last week’s wars were really something! Carry on, carry on.

 

Just Sayin’

“Shalashian temperament” as an excuse to renounce your post as Highprince of Information, eh? What’s that supposed to mean?

 

There. That ought to keep us busy until next week, when Adolin ventures forth disguised as Dalinar to meet with Eshonai. This should be rich…

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Get Swept Up in the Art of Mistborn!

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The high-flying, coin-flinging, ashblown world of Brandon Sanderson’s Mistborn series has always been an artist’s dream. The world has inspired both professional and fan artists to try to capture the action and drama inherent in the text. To keep that inspiration flowing, we’ve collected fanart and cover art for the Mistborn series, from Chris McGrath’s original covers to Marc Simonetti’s gorgeous triptych, culminating in the art for all three of Sanderson’s Wax and Wayne books, The Alloy of Law, Shadows of Self, and Bands of Mourning.

 

Chris McGrath‘s Mistborn trilogy cover art

 

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Vin by Reiyeka

 

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Vin and Kelsier by Djamila Knopf

 

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Vin Above Luthadel by mking2008

 

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Steel Inquisitor by Michael Hamlett

 

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Vin by slayrr

 

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Vin and Kelsier by Melia

 

 

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Polish translation cover art by Dominik Broniek

 

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Sazed by Alex Alan

 

 

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Art by Ben McSweeney

 

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Marc Simoneti‘s Mistborn triptych covers

 

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Wax by Chris Pang

 

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Allomancer Jak by Ben McSweeney

 

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The Alloy of Law cover art by Chris McGrath

 

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Shadows of Self cover art by Chris McGrath

 

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The Bands of Mourning cover art by Chris McGrath

 

The Wheel of Time Reread Redux: The Great Hunt, Part 13

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You can hate the playa or you can hate the game, but don’t hate the Wheel of Time Reread Redux, y’all! It just wants to be your friend.

Today’s Redux post will cover Chapters 21 and 22 of The Great Hunt, originally reread in this post.

All original posts are listed in The Wheel of Time Reread Index here, and all Redux posts will also be archived there as well. (The Wheel of Time Master Index, as always, is here, which has links to news, reviews, interviews, and all manner of information about the Wheel of Time in general on Tor.com.)

The Wheel of Time Reread is also available as an e-book series! Yay!

All Reread Redux posts will contain spoilers for the entire Wheel of Time series, so if you haven’t read, read at your own risk.

And now, the post!

Chapter 21: The Nine Rings

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Daes Dae’mar, Lord Rand,” Hurin said. “The Great Game. The Game of Houses, some call it. This Caldevwin thinks you must be doing something to your advantage or you wouldn’t be here. And whatever you’re doing might be to his disadvantage, so he has to be careful.”

Given the other blog series I’m running on Tor.com these days, it’s fairly inevitable, this time around, that I will have to compare and contrast WOT’s Game of Houses with ASOIAF’s Game of Thrones. Especially since I suspect that the latter is at least partially an homage to the former—just taken to the nth degree.

There are a lot of differences between the two, obviously, and those differences are just as emblematic of the differences between the two series as a whole as they are of this aspect of them in particular. The best way I can come up with to summarize the fundamental difference is, WOT’s Game of Houses is vicious the way “politics in Washington D.C.” are vicious, while Martin’s Game of Thrones is vicious the way “rival inner city gangs having a drug war” is vicious. The Wire as opposed to The West Wing, one might say. (The characters in The Wire even called it “the game,” in case you wanted more parallels, which is why I know I’ve compared it to ASOIAF before.)

Or, you know, what I think most people say is Martin’s actual primary inspiration for the series’ political storyline, the Wars of the Roses. Which was a type of “politics” fairly far removed from the comparative civility of the “infighting” of today’s U.S. government—at least as long as you discard various conspiracy theories regarding the latter, heh.

I think there is a sense that a lot of people consider Martin’s version to be the more “realistic,” basically because it is the more bloodthirsty and violent of the two. And there’s a certain amount of merit to that, because God knows we know people can be epically cruel and shitty to each other when the environment’s right for it. But that’s also part of the equation: the environment.

While set in what many people probably think of as a pseudo-medieval milieu, Jordan’s WOT is actually not “medieval” at all, at least not in the sense that I was taught that term in school. As I’ve noted before, Randland is much more late European Renaissance than it is Middle Ages, as evidenced by things like the presence of widespread literacy, the existence of things like printing presses and clocks, and (later) the nascent development of gunpowder firearms and steam technology.

But more than that, WOT’s various ruling bodies, even the most corrupt ones (as usual I’m excluding the Seanchan for reasons), seem to subscribe to a more, shall we say, restrained version of political conflict, that smacks much more of modern times in the real world than otherwise—perhaps as a holdover from the still dimly-remembered peace of the Age of Legends, or perhaps as evidence of the overarching and conflict-dampening influence of the White Tower. Ergo, the primary weapon of Daes Dae’mar is words, rather than swords. This isn’t to say things can’t devolve into bloody conflict in Randland (because they can, and do, obviously), but as a general rule things have to get pretty extreme before that happens—even on the eve of an impending apocalypse, it seems.

Whereas Martin’s ASOIAF, on the other hand, is “medieval” in pretty much every sense of the word. Including the Pulp Fiction one. Ergo, it’s a world in which swords trump words to such an extent that hardly anyone has even bothered to notice their own impending apocalypse. Good job, guys.

But that’s a rant for a different blog! My point is, I don’t necessarily see either “game” as being superior to or more “realistic” than the other, so much as I think that they are each apropos to their own respective settings (and overall tone). Daes Dae’mar’s subtle dance of verbal barbs and covert scheming in gilded halls would suit the bludgeon-like brutality of ASOIAF about as well as nipples on a Batsuit, and the reverse is also true. In My Opinion, Of Course.

 

Chapter 22: Watchers

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Moiraine sniffed. “Your humility, Lan Gaidin, has always been more arrogance than most kings could manage with their armies at their backs. From the first day I met you, it has been so.”

If there’s a more awesomely accurate summation of a person’s character in the series than this, I can’t think of it offhand.

“So. Not a pet but a parcel. Myrelle is to be a—a caretaker! Moiraine, not even the Greens treat their Warders so. No Aes Sedai has passed her Warder’s bond to another in four hundred years, but you intend to do it to me not once, but twice!”

I’m sort of surprised that I didn’t get into this aspect of Lan and Moiraine’s argument the first time around, but I suspect that I didn’t ignore it so much as decide to shunt the topic off to a later date, which is a thing I sometimes do if I know it’s going to come up again. And since the whole Warder bond thing is a subject veritably riddled with consent issues, and one that comes up multiple times throughout the series, well, I probably figured I didn’t have to tackle everything at once.

And I know I must have tackled it later, even if at the moment I may not precisely remember what I said. If I had to make a guess, though, I’d bet the phrase “fundamentally unequal partnership” and possibly “seriously not cool” was in there somewhere. Because I devoutly hope that it’s been made very clear by this point that I have, shall we say, strong feelings about taking away a person’s ability to consent, and it’s pretty hard to argue that the Warder bond isn’t an example of exactly that.

And not even so much because of the “compel” aspect of the bond, even though that is quite squicky enough on its own, thank you, but the apparent lack of disclosure about that aspect beforehand. It’s hella shady in my opinion, but nevertheless, you could make an argument that the “compel” bit is not a violation of the Warder’s personal freedom so long as he knows about it beforehand and agrees to go through with the bond anyway. Maybe. But no way does it fly ethically if the guy doesn’t even know it’s possible until it’s too late to back out. But that, apparently, is exactly the state of affairs with the standard Aes Sedai/Warder bond.

(I am not even going to bother getting into the later Asha’man/Aes Sedai bond shenanigans, because that is a whole separate bowl of weevils that I am not dealing with right now.)

And that’s to say nothing of what Moiraine is proposing to do here re: passing the bond around, which Lan is quite right to identify as denigrating to him in the extreme. Although (she admits, reluctantly) from a certain point of view this could be considered taking measures to save Lan’s life. Which, okay, but from there you get into a whole right-to-die quagmire that is subsequently short-circuited by the knowledge that if saving Lan’s life from broken bond berserker syndrome was the real priority, then all Moiraine had to do was release him from the bond entirely, and you’re right back to square one of your Consent Issues bingo card. Ugh.

To be continued, probably.

Hi, Vandene and Adeleas! Glad to know I don’t have to worry anymore about whether you’re Black Ajah (you’re not) or who will eventually murder you (Chesmal and Careane, respectively)! It’s nice when I know things.

Given that, I can’t remember if we ever found out who sent the Draghkar for Moiraine here, since it obviously wasn’t Adeleas or Vandene. I declared in the original commentary that it was Liandrin, but at this point I can’t recall whether I had anything to back that assertion up, or if I was just pulling it out of my ass for the LOLZ. I suppose it doesn’t matter much in the grand scheme of things, though.

I also declared in this commentary that we never got a POV from Lan, but that was completely incorrect even as of that writing, since Lan was a POV character in New Spring, which was published before I wrote the first Reread. Oops. Nevermind!


And that’s all for the nonce, comrades! Be well, and I’ll see you next Tuesday!

Words of Radiance Reread: Chapter 51

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Welcome back to the Words of Radiance Reread on Tor.com! Last week, Adolin held his temper with Sadeas but nearly lost his cool over a new Stormwatch warning. This week, he takes over another of Dalinar’s roles as he goes out to meet with Eshonai about the proposed Parshendi surrender.

This reread will contain spoilers for The Way of Kings, Words of Radiance, and any other Cosmere book that becomes relevant to the discussion. The index for this reread can be found here, and more Stormlight Archive goodies are indexed here.

Click on through to join the discussion!

 

 

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Chapter 51: Heirs

Point of View: Adolin
Setting: the Shattered Plains
Symbology: Duelist, Chach, Ishar

 

IN WHICH Adolin makes Decisions; an Expotition is Planned; Adolin wins an Argument; as a result, he rides out on his father’s horse, wearing his brother’s armor; he and his escort meet Eshonai and her escort, with uneasiness on both sides; Adolin takes a scribe with him to speak with Eshonai between the two groups; pretending to be Dalinar, he opens by suggesting that they discuss her surrender; she seems much different than last time they met, and no longer wishes to parley; she tells him that there will be peace when one side is dead; Adolin returns to the warcamp to find Dalinar already planning a different, much larger Expotition—one which will take the battle to the Parshendi and an ending.

 

Quote of the Week

“Father!” Adolin snapped. “This is not subject to discussion!”

The room fell silent. Dalinar lowered his hand from the map. Adolin stuck out his jaw, meeting his father’s eyes. Storms, it was difficult to deny Dalinar Kholin. Did his father realize the presence he had, the way he moved people about by sheer force of expectation?

Nobody contradicted him. Dalinar did what he wanted. Fortunately, these days those motives had a noble purpose. But in many ways he was the same man he had been twenty years ago, when he’d conquered a kingdom. He was the Blackthorn, and he got what he wanted.

Except today.

This rather gives me the shivers. Especially followed, as it is, by Adolin’s argument that the kingdom cannot survive without Dalinar. Anyone else, but not Dalinar, with his visions and his leadership. Dalinar is correct in saying that the kingdom should be able to stand the loss of any one man, but Adolin is right when he points out that Alethkar is just not there yet. And Adolin, supported by Kaladin, wins the debate.

 

Commentary

First of all, greetings from Sasquan, the 73rd World Science Fiction Convention! I’m here, and if you’re here, please find me!! (I’ll be at Registration all morning, every morning… except I’m hoping to duck out early on Friday for the Writing Excuses podcast. I will also be at as many of Brandon’s events as I can swing.)

Now back to our regularly scheduled programming, which today involves some heavy-duty foreboding. There’s a perky bit at the beginning, when Adolin has made his decision not to worry about Dalinar’s “disconcerting behavior” during highstorms; since it’s all a package deal, and he’s already concluded that his father’s sanity is just fine, there’s really nothing else to do, and so he pragmatically moves past it.

From there, it goes steadily downhill. The worry about the assassin’s return is always hovering; the worry about Dalinar’s survival is stepped up by the emphasis on how much they need him; everything feels weird about Adolin’s departure to me, but to him it centers around the difference between riding his father’s Ryshadium and his own.

Gallant was a large black animal, bulkier and squatter than Sureblood, Adolin’s horse. Gallant looked like a warhorse even when compared to other Ryshadium. So far as Adolin knew, no man had ever ridden him but Dalinar. Ryshadium were finicky that way. It had taken a lengthy explanation from Dalinar to even get the horse to allow Adolin to hold the reins, let alone climb into the saddle.

It had eventually worked, but Adolin wouldn’t dare ride Gallant into battle; he was pretty sure the beast would throw him off and run away, looking to protect Dalinar. It did feel odd climbing on a horse that wasn’t Sureblood. He kept expecting Gallant to move differently than he did, turn his head at the wrong times. When Adolin patted his neck, the horse’s mane felt off to him in ways he couldn’t explain. He and his Ryshadium were more than simply rider and horse, and he found himself oddly melancholy to be out on a ride without Sureblood.

I’m… not even going to say any more about that. It makes me very sad.

Then things get even more ominous, as Eshonai pretty much repudiates everything she had said earlier to set up this meeting, and further states that it will be over when one side is dead, because they’ve just changed the rules. As Adolin tries to get more understanding of the situation, there’s this:

“King Gavilar,” Eshonai said, as if mulling over the name. “He should not have revealed his plans to us that night. Poor fool. He did not know. He bragged, thinking we would welcome the return of our gods.”

What was Gavilar planning? And how much did he unleash without their knowledge?

These are my burning questions, and I don’t know how many books we’ll have to wait to get the answers.

Perhaps most chilling of all, when Adolin finally reaches the warcamp after this abortive negotiation, Dalinar is well into a plan to assault the Parshendi—too well into it for this to be a new idea. He’s clearly been working on it for some time, and now that they have the negative response from Eshonai, he’s working out the details with his generals. There’s going to be a real war soon, and it’s going to put them out in the middle of the Shattered Plains just as the countdown finishes.

 

Stormwatch

Thirty-one days to go; this takes place on the day after the highstorm of the previous chapter.

 

All Creatures Shelled and Feathered

Perhaps I should have held the quote about Sureblood and Gallant for this section, but it belonged up there. Here, I shall merely point out that the Ryshadium are definitely not mere horses. Aside from their stature, they’re connected with their riders in a way we clearly don’t understand yet. To quote Brandon (or paraphrase?), “Investiture is involved.” We just don’t know how.

 

Heraldic Symbolism

So here we stand with Chach and Ishar for a chapter that primarily involves Adolin and Dalinar. This combination was so frequent in TWoK that I was convinced Adolin would be a Dustbringer. For a more obvious association, though, once again Adolin is guarding his father and Dalinar is guiding his nation.

I’m not entirely sure what “Heirs” references; the word is not used in the chapter. On a guess, it may be Adolin as Dalinar’s heir (both literally, and in the sense of him taking Dalinar’s place in leading the Kholin armies) and Eshonai as being the heir of all that the Parshendi once were (in the worst possible way, now). Please discuss!

 

Words of Radiants

In short, if any presume Kazilah to be innocent, you must look at the facts and deny them in their entirety; to say that the Radiants were destitute of integrity for this execution of one their own, one who had obviously fraternized with the unwholesome elements, indicates the most slothful of reasoning; for the enemy’s baleful influence demanded vigilance on all occasions, of war and of peace.

—From Words of Radiance, chapter 32, page 17

Well. That just raises a whole boatload of questions. Who was Kazilah? Who/what was he fraternizing with? Why did they execute him? How? We can only speculate, of course, but I find myself assuming that this is related to the “wicked thing of eminence” again.

 

With regard to things I didn’t address but should have… would someone go do all the research on Teleb and the Oldblood? There are several other worthy topics as well, but y’all will have to go read the chapter to dig them out.  I’m wiped.

For what it’s worth, I won’t be joining in on the discussion until much later tonight; by the time this posts, I’ll be at my station over in the Convention Center, and the programming really picks up tomorrow. I hope I make it back in time to get some sleep…

Alice Arneson is a long-time Tor.com commenter and Sanderson beta-reader. Also, SASQUAN!


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The Wheel of Time Reread Redux: The Great Hunt, Part 14

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It’s NAKED Wheel of Time Reread Redux! Everybody HIDE!

Today’s Redux post will cover Chapters 23 and 24 of The Great Hunt, originally reread in this post and this post, respectively.

All original posts are listed in The Wheel of Time Reread Index here, and all Redux posts will also be archived there as well. (The Wheel of Time Master Index, as always, is here, which has links to news, reviews, interviews, and all manner of information about the Wheel of Time in general on Tor.com.)

The Wheel of Time Reread is also available as an e-book series! Yay!

All Reread Redux posts will contain spoilers for the entire Wheel of Time series, so if you haven’t read, read at your own risk.

And now, the post!

Scheduling Note: Owing to vacation-y Labor Day type activities, there will be no Redux Reread post on Tuesday September 8th, but there should be one next Tuesday (the 1st). Mark your calendars!

Onward!

 

Chapter 23: The Testing

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“To speak no word that is not true. To make no weapon for one man to kill another. Never to use the One Power as a weapon except against Darkfriends or Shadowspawn, or in the last extreme of defending your own life, that of your Warder, or that of another sister.”

Nynaeve shook her head. It sounded either like too much to swear or too little, and she said so.

“Once, Aes Sedai were not required to swear oaths. It was known what Aes Sedai were and what they stood for, and there was no need for more. Many of us wish it were so still. But the Wheel turns, and the times change. That we swear these oaths, that we are known to be bound, allows the nations to deal with us without fearing that we will throw up our own power, the One Power, against them. Between the Trolloc Wars and the War of the Hundred Years we made these choices, and because of them the White Tower still stands, and we can still do what we can against the Shadow.”

I don’t think it’s been explicitly addressed in the series at any point, but when all’s said and done, I do have to wonder how much of the Shadow’s influence was involved when it came to the institution of the Three Oaths. My suspicion, in hindsight, was that it was pretty significant.

Certainly what we learn later about the origins of the Oath Rod ter’angreal(s)—namely, that they were used to bind criminals—suggests that someone had a deft hand for irony, and also an evil sense of humor, literally. In other words, I’m betting that someone (probably Ishy) on the Shadow side thought it was pretty damn funny (not to mention useful) to convince the Aes Sedai that the only way to keep the peace was to hamstring themselves and their own power.

There’s a whole debate to be had there, of course, over whether it was or was not a good thing to have the Aes Sedai’s power curtailed by the Oaths, but given the fact that the entire purpose of having the Oaths was to get people to trust them more, and the fact that that aim failed entirely, I’d say the whole thing ultimately did more harm than good. Tell me why I’m wrong!

Hastily [Nynaeve] removed her clothes, her shoes and stockings. For a moment she could almost forget the arches in folding her garments and putting them neatly to one side. She tucked Lan’s ring carefully under her dress; she did not want anyone staring at that. Then she was done, and the ter’angreal was still there, still waiting.

The stone felt cold under her bare feet, and she broke out all over in goose bumps, but she stood straight and breathed slowly. She would not let any of them see she was afraid.

We make a lot of fun of Jordan for how often he insists his female characters do things naked, and that criticism is warranted for (most likely) unintentionally sexist double standard reasons. Just saying, I highly doubt that, for example, the Whitecloaks have promotion ceremonies that involve getting their kit off, and no other male-dominated organization in WOT that I’m aware of ever makes that demand of its members either.

That said, it is also worth appreciating, as Jordan no doubt did, the psychological impact of nudity in terms of evaluating how a person handles stress. Basically, if there’s anything more effective in exacerbating the stress of having to face a threat, physical or otherwise, than having to do it while also being stark naked, I can’t think of it offhand.

That dream that most of us have had at one point or another about being called on in class and then realizing we’re naked/in our underwear? Not a coincidence that it’s one of the most common anxiety dreams in the Western world. Given our general cultural hang-ups and taboos about the human body and the display of it thereof, the connection between stress and unintentional/forced nudity is more or less inevitable. Clothes are armor, both literally and socially, and being forced to go without that protection would be highly unnerving to just about any of us.

Therefore, double standard aside, using it in an extreme stress test like that of the Acceptatron™ (awesome ter’angreal moniker of awesomeness copyright David Chapman, I believe) is entirely apropos. Doesn’t mean I still won’t snigger at it a little.

“I am Aginor,” he said, smiling, “and I have come for you.”

Her heart tried to leap out of her chest. One of the Forsaken. “No. No, it cannot be!”

“You are a pretty one, girl. I will enjoy you.”

Suddenly Nynaeve remembered she wore not a stitch. With a yelp and a face red only partly from anger, she darted away down the nearest crossing passage. Cackling laughter pursued her, and the sound of a shuffling run that seemed to match her best speed, and breathy promises of what he would do when he caught her, promises that curdled her stomach even only half heard.

I still agree with Past Leigh that the Forsaken in the first test ring should have been Balthamel instead of Aginor. Not only was Balthamel the one who actually attacked Nynaeve at the Eye, he was also the one who was supposed to be the big lecher/molester guy of the two, so this entire rapey exchange would have been far more fitting coming from him than Aginor, who is largely only characterized as Mad Scientist Dude. Not that mad scientists can’t also be creepy perverts, but you know what I mean. I basically regard the fact that it wasn’t Balthamel to be an uncorrected gaffe of the early books, even if it’s never been confirmed as such.

Both the second and the third test pass here, I felt, were masterful in how convincingly they made their case for Nynaeve to stay. I’ve said before that one of Nynaeve’s defining traits is loyalty, and given that, the second test in particular was tailor made to test her resolve. It would have tested mine as well. I’d like to think it would have tested anyone’s, but for someone like Nynaeve in particular, it would have been a torture to abandon a situation like that unchallenged, especially paired with the perception that it was her fault it had come about in the first place.

And oh, so diabolically clever to contrast that with the lure of the third test: simple happiness. I do love that Jordan left it entirely ambiguous as to whether the rings were actually meant to be a test of the testee’s resolve, or merely an offer to find an alternate universe in which either they can be the hero that saves their people, or live in a place where all their dreams have come true. I like that Nynaeve (and we) will always be left to wonder whether she would have lived a long happy life with Lan in Alternate Malkier if she had stayed.

Of course, there’s a fairly good chance she’ll have at least a mostly happy long life with Lan in Restored Malkier, now, so that’s some pretty good compensation as these things go.

 

Chapter 24: New Friends and Old Enemies

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“But if you break too many dishes because you are daydreaming when you should be washing, if you’re disrespectful to an Accepted, or leave the Tower without permission, or speak to an Aes Sedai before she speaks to you, or… The only thing to do is the best you can. There isn’t anything else to do.”

“It sounds almost as if they’re trying to make us want to leave,” Egwene protested.

“They aren’t, but then again, they are. Egwene, there are only forty novices in the Tower. Only forty, and no more than seven or eight will become Accepted. That is not enough, Sheriam Sedai says. She says there are not enough Aes Sedai now to do what needs to be done. But the Tower will not… cannot… lower its standards.”

In other words, boot camp. Don’t even try to tell me it’s not.

And like actual boot camp, I am, like most civilians, alternately fascinated and horrified by its practices. It’s a sort of ethical/existential dilemma that I really don’t feel like I personally have an answer to. It seems impossible to deny that the crucible of deprivation and hardship burns away the bullshit to reveal a person’s true character and worth, but finding the line between tempering a person and simply torturing them is often damnably difficult to determine.

“She has a theory. She says we have culled humankind. You know about culling? Cutting out of the herd those animals that have traits you don’t like?” Egwene nodded impatiently; no one could grow up around sheep without knowing about culling the flock. “Sheriam Sedai says that with the Red Ajah hunting down men who could channel for three thousand years, we are culling the ability to channel out of us all.”

My knowledge of Mendelian genetics is waaaay outdated and vague, but assuming that channeling ability is a dominant trait (and really, why wouldn’t it be?), and especially if “learned optional channeling” is dominant over “spark-inherent involuntary channeling”, then I’m thinking that actually culling it out of the human race would be pretty damn difficult, especially if you’re not absolutely controlling who breeds with whom, as you would with, say, a flock of sheep.

Still, it’s a theory that sounds legit on the face of it, so it’s not surprising that some Aes Sedai would be using it as a political weapon against the Red regime, so to speak. Of course, that an argument I fundamentally agree with (a) is being wielded by a sister who later turns out to be Black and (b) turns out to be based on (probably) faulty science, is a tad disturbing, I will admit.

“The false Dragon!”

“He has been gentled, Egwene. He is no more dangerous than any other man, now. But I remember seeing him before, when it took six Aes Sedai to keep him from wielding the Power and destroying us all.” She shivered.

Egwene did, too. That was what the Red Ajah would do to Rand.

“Do they always have to be gentled?” she asked. Elayne stared at her, mouth agape, and she quickly added, “It is just that I’d think the Aes Sedai would find some other way to deal with them. Anaiya and Moiraine both said the greatest feats of the Age of Legends required men and women working together with the Power. I just thought they’d try to find a way.”

“Well, do not let any Red sister hear you thinking it aloud. Egwene, they did try. For three hundred years after the White Tower was built, they tried. They gave up because there was nothing to find.”

I have no doubt that Jordan intended that the greatest tragedy of the post-Breaking world was that men and women were no longer able to work together to achieve the great things that they did in more idyllic times. Whatever else I may have to say about his failures or successes regarding his portrayal of gender politics in WOT, it is worth remembering that Jordan constructed his imaginary world on the fundamental assertion that true harmony could only ever be achieved there when men and women worked together, as equals. Even if he stumbled on occasion in putting that into practice, that it is the premise of his world-building is still pretty darn awesome.

In league with that, shoutout to both of these chapters for being absolutely chock full of female characters passing the Bechdel Test, and even more of a shoutout for this being an entirely unremarkable occurrence in this series as a whole.

Despite herself, Egwene asked, “What do you see when you look at me?”

Min glanced at her. “A white flame, and… Oh, all sorts of things. I don’t know what it means.”

“She says that a great deal,” Elayne said dryly. “One of the things she said she saw looking at me was a severed hand. Not mine, she says. She claims she does not know what it means, either.”

A white flame, indeed. *sniffle*

Soooo, Elayne’s “severed hand” prophecy still ended up being Rand’s severed hand, right? Or did I misremember something from AMOL?

Assuming I didn’t, I still think this viewing was a bit wonky. Yes, Elayne would have cause to be concerned with Rand losing a hand, considering he’s her woobie and all, but given that she wasn’t even there when it happened, I still don’t see how Rand’s severed hand is relevant to her specifically.

*shrug* Another unresolved thread, perhaps.

I should probably give a shout-out to Gawyn in this chapter, for the sole reason that I think this is the last time in the entire series that he doesn’t at least partially piss me off. Why couldn’t he have stayed this cool and froody the entire series, I ask you? Sigh.


Well, we can’t always be really amazingly together guys, I guess, so here’s where we stop! Have a thing, and I’ll be back! Yay!

Words of Radiance Reread: Chapter 52

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Welcome back to the Words of Radiance Reread on Tor.com! Last week, Adolin took Dalinar’s place to meet Eshonai and discuss her proposal, only to find it withdrawn and defiance in its place. This week, Shallan and Kaladin each improve their Radiant skills as they take steps toward their intermediate goals.

This reread will contain spoilers for The Way of Kings, Words of Radiance, and any other Cosmere book that becomes relevant to the discussion. The index for this reread can be found here, and more Stormlight Archive goodies are indexed here.

Click on through to join the discussion!

 

 

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Chapter 52: Into the Sky

Point of View: Kaladin, Shallan
Setting: The Warcamps, the Shattered Plains
Symbology: Spears, Jezrien, Shalash

 

IN WHICH Kaladin wanders the edge between the chasms and the warcamps, musing, then steps into the chasm; Shallan, disguised first as a messenger boy and then as a maid, infiltrates Amaram’s manor; Kaladin attempts to alternate between running on the floor and running on the wall, but realizes he needs to work on the basics first; Shallan finesses a couple of close encounters and makes it to Amaram’s secret room, which turns out to contain maps; Kaladin discovers that his body fears falling even when his mind knows it’s safe; Shallan can’t take time to make sense out of the maps and glyph-writing, so she takes Memories of everything, then begins to draw frantically; Kaladin continues cautiously until he accidentally avoids a puddle with a reflexive Lashing, and sees how to change his perceptions; Shallan exits the house disguised first as Amaram, then as the messenger boy, and in giving Amaram the message which was her first alibi, she discovers that the Blade he bears is the one which had belonged to her brother Helaran; Kaladin improves dramatically and finally throws himself at the sky, surrounded by windspren; Shallan confirms that the man from whom Amaram obtained his Shards was indeed her brother, who is now certainly dead; as Kaladin returns to earth, he is dissuaded by Syl from going after Amaram right away, but on arriving in his room, he finds Shen waiting to say goodbye.

 

Quote of the Week

“It’s like when I first picked up a spear,” Kaladin whispered. “I was just a child. Were you with me back then? All that time ago?”

“No,” Syl said, “and yes.”

“It can’t be both.”

“It can. I knew I needed to find you. And the winds knew you. They led me to you.”

“So everything I’ve done,” Kaladin said. “My skill with the spear, the way I fight. That’s not me. It’s you.”

“It’s us.”

“It’s cheating. Unearned.”

“Nonsense,” Syl said. “You practice every day.”

“I have an advantage.”

“The advantage of talent,” Syl said. “When the master musician first picks up an instrument and finds music in it that nobody else can, is that cheating? Is that art unearned, just because she is naturally more skilled? Or is it genius?”

“I’ll take it,” Kaladin said. “Whatever it is that gives me that edge. I’ll use it. I’ll need it to beat him.”

Kaladin nodded, light wind ruffling his jacket as he fell through the night. “Syl…” How to broach this? “I can’t fight him without a Shardblade.”

She looked the other way, squeezing her arms together, hugging herself. Such human gestures.

“I’ve avoided the training with the Blades that Zahel offers,” Kaladin continued. “It’s hard to justify. I need to learn how to use one of those weapons.”

“They’re evil,” she said in a small voice.

“Because they’re symbols of the knights’ broken oaths,” Kaladin said. “But where did they come from in the first place? How were they forged?”

Syl didn’t answer.

“Can a new one be forged? One that doesn’t bear the stain of broken promises?”

“Yes.”

“How?”

She didn’t reply.

I know, I know. That’s way too long for QOTW. But it’s all so important! Not that it answers any questions for us, at this stage. Syl was with him back then, but she also kinda wasn’t. His skill with the spear is somehow a joint effect—which explains some things that happen later, perhaps. And she knows how a new Blade can be forged… she just can’t tell. ::sigh::

 

Commentary

This was a crazy chapter, as it alternates between short clips of Kaladin and Shallan on their different missions. Each is honing their Radiant skills, making use of them, working toward a specific goal. The juxtaposition was fascinating to follow, though.

Kaladin is just beginning to seriously practice his Windrunning, and this night is one of intentional training to confront Szeth when he returns. Shallan has obviously been practicing her Lightweaving, and can now prepare multiple disguises ahead of time, switching between them as needed; her goal, for tonight, is to infiltrate Amaram’s manor on behalf of the Ghostbloods—a mission that was assigned clear back in Chapter 43, which seems like years ago!

Kaladin works and works on the basics, until he finally does something different by instinct—and suddenly, it all comes clear, and the Lashings become natural. I find it highly amusing that the breakthrough comes when he instinctively avoids falling in a puddle again. There’s a glorious sense of thrill and triumph, as he finally, finally, really becomes a Windrunner. There’s a feeling that everything is going to come right, now, and that he and Syl are going to get this figured out. There’s such a joy in his new skill… and then it descends into anger and self-justification as he returns to earth, with his bitterness toward Amaram and shielding Moash. It turns foreboding, too, as Shen prepares to depart, gives Kaladin his real name of Rlain, and is clearly apprehensive about where he’s going. His statement, “The winds are not what I fear,” gives me the shudders.

Shallan, meanwhile, has her own series of successes, through much greater danger; her sequence of disguise and misdirection achieves the immediate goal of obtaining access to Amaram’s secret room, which is a triumph in itself, but she has to work very quickly to get everything in Memory, and then pull off another masquerade to cover her tracks and keep anyone from getting suspicious. There’s a feeling of elation, as she manipulates the cook into not mentioning her presence to Amaram and exits the manor. There’s a feeling of relief as she slips back into the messenger disguise and is in the right place for Amaram to find her. There’s a nice little resolution as she delivers her message about “her mistress” wanting to document Amaram’s Shards… and then it descends into horror and grief as she discovers that his Blade is the one once held by her beloved brother Helaran. Amaram’s blithe description of the “assassin” and his own “counterattack” which killed the young man is all too sickeningly vivid, and all her accomplishments of the night are buried in the sorrow of knowing that her brother is truly dead.

Parallel stories, indeed, and tied together at the end by Amaram’s role in each of their sufferings.

 

Stormwatch

This is the same day as the previous chapter, in which Adolin had the ill-fated meeting with Eshonai. Thirty-one days remain in the countdown.

 

Sprenspotting

The windspren! The windspren! I can’t wait to find out if the theory about windspren coming together to form Plate is correct… In any case, the behavior of the windspren here certainly foreshadows their behavior in the climax.

…Syl zipped along to his right.

And to his left? No, those were other windspren. He’d accumulated dozens of them, flying around him as ribbons of light. He could pick out Syl. He didn’t know how; she didn’t look different, but he could tell. Like you could pick a family member out of a crowd just by their walk.

Syl and her cousins twisted around him in a spiral of light, free and loose, but with a hint of coordination.

A hundred windspren broke around him, like the crash of a wave, spraying outward from Kaladin in a fan of light.

He grinned. Then he looked upward, toward the sky.

What is this “hint of coordination,” hmmm? Will they, or won’t they? I think they will.

 

Ars Arcanum

We already talked about this to some extent, but I want to look at a few more details. One thing that bugged me on my first reading only just became clear tonight—while washing dishes, of course. Shallan couldn’t take the time to actually study the maps and the glyphs, so she took Memories of them. Once finished with that, she slaps a piece of paper on the desk and starts drawing frantically—but she’d just thought that she’d do all the drawing when she was safely back in her rooms. Why was she drawing?

…Well, duh. She hadn’t planned to disguise herself as Amaram, so she needed to draw him in order to make sure the cook didn’t bring up any of this again, especially to Telesh. Not sure why it took me so long to figure that out!

Other than that, I enjoyed seeing the skills she’s been practicing: multiple disguises which she can switch off, combined with a few physical props that simply make it easier; working with Pattern to provide different voices when necessary; and of course Pattern’s ability to unlock things. Good stuff, and extremely useful!

About Kaladin’s practice, I can certainly see Kaladin doing things exactly the way he did, including “hopping onto and off the wall a couple hundred times.” If it were me, though, I’d practice it in my own room, leaning against a wall and just shifting the direction of “down” over and over. Standing on the floor, then lying on the wall, then standing on the floor… all without moving. But then, I’m lazy and my method wouldn’t be nearly as cinematic. And it wouldn’t provide the opportunity to fall out of a puddle. Heh.

 

Heraldic Symbolism

For once I feel safe in saying that these are totally obvious. Kaladin and Shallan are each actively practicing their Radiant skills, and so the Heralds associated with their Orders naturally watch over the chapter: Jezrien, for the Windrunner, and Shalash, for the Lightweaver. “Into the Sky” hardly needs clarification.

 

Words of Radiants

Now, as the Truthwatchers were esoteric in nature, their order being formed entirely of those who never spoke or wrote of what they did, in this lies frustration for those who would see their exceeding secrecy from the outside; they were not naturally inclined to explanation; and in the case of Corberon’s disagreements, their silence was not a sign of an exceeding abundance of disdain, but rather an exceeding abundance of tact.

—From Words of Radiance, chapter 11, page 6

This is the only mention of the Truthwatchers in the entire book until we reach Chapter 89, where Renarin reveals himself as a Truthwatcher. (And yes, I still think his claim is valid.) When we first read this epigraph, then, we had no idea of what Truthwatchers might do, and this gave us no further clue. Basically, they didn’t tell anyone what they did? Helpful. I have to wonder, though: what good is it to see the future if you never tell anyone else what you see? Or did they, as an Order, pool their information, decide what needed to be done about it, and tell the other Orders whatever they felt was necessary?

In any case, Renarin seems set to change that secrecy, at least among the small circle of known Radiants.

 

Just Sayin’

Totally irrelevant to the origin of this unit, but it strikes me as the perfect placement. As much time as I spent with Team Sanderson last weekend, we spent oddly little time talking about the books. One question I did ask Brandon, though, was whether Ym was an Edgedancer. We both acknowledged that with the healing thing, he had to be either an Edgedancer or a Truthwatcher, of course. He pointed out that Ym’s spren doesn’t look at all like Wyndle, which I countered by saying that I thought the Ym’s spren manifested the way Wyndle would if you couldn’t see the Cognitive Realm. He just smiled… and said something like, “I’m going to RAFO that. You’re very wise, and I put the description in for a reason, but I’m going to RAFO for now.”

Which means… nothing, really. “You’re very wise” can very well mean, “That was good logic, and would make sense if that’s what I was doing, but I wasn’t.” It can also mean, “You figured it out, but I don’t want to confirm it just yet.” Or… something else. Anyway, it’s still a RAFO. I guess we’ll just have to watch for manifestations of Glys; maybe we can see what he looks like by comparison. I find that I’m hoping it doesn’t mean we’ll see Ym again, because the only way I see that happening is if Nalan is going around only-mostly-killing Radiants and then bringing them back to life… and that just doesn’t sound like a good thing at all.

 

Well. That was a long chapter, and I didn’t even get to the discussion of Amaram and the stormwarden glyph-writing, which is important in light of the past few weeks’ discussion. So we’ll hit that in the comments, which ought to keep us busy until next week, when Adolin returns to the dueling arena for more fun and games.

Alice Arneson is a long-time Tor.com commenter and Sanderson beta-reader. She’s also still recovering from Sasquan. Oy. What a week!

Throw These Post-Apocalyptic Titles in Your Go Bag!

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September is Preparedness Month, and what better way to celebrate than with a roundup of post-apocalyptic fiction? After all, if you’re prepared for that, you can handle pretty much anything. From literary looks at post-plague North America to ominously rumbly supervolcanoes to dystopian fantasy realms in need of a prophesied hero, we’ve covered every disaster and catastrophe we could think of, and ended up with some great titles for you to throw into your backpack/duffel bag/shopping cart before you head out onto the road (or, as the case may be, The Road). But, since we’ve probably missed at least a few, be sure to add your own favorites in the comments!

All of these titles can be found in the Tor Store on iBooks!

 

Station ElevenEmily St. John Mandel

Station Eleven by Emily St. John MandelOne snowy night, Arthur Leander, a famous actor, has a heart attack onstage during a production of King Lear. Jeevan Chaudhary, a paparazzo-turned-EMT, is in the audience and leaps to his aid. A child actress named Kirsten Raymonde watches in horror as Jeevan performs CPR, pumping Arthur’s chest as the curtain drops, but Arthur is dead. That same night, as Jeevan walks home from the theater, a terrible flu begins to spread. Hospitals are flooded and Jeevan and his brother barricade themselves inside an apartment, watching out the window as cars clog the highways, gunshots ring out, and life disintegrates around them.

Fifteen years later, Kirsten is an actress with the Traveling Symphony. Together, this small troupe moves between the settlements of an altered world, performing Shakespeare and music for scattered communities of survivors. Written on their caravan, and tattooed on Kirsten’s arm is a line from Star Trek: “Because survival is insufficient.” But when they arrive in St. Deborah by the Water, they encounter a violent prophet who digs graves for anyone who dares to leave.

Spanning decades, moving back and forth in time, and vividly depicting life before and after the pandemic, this suspenseful, elegiac novel is rife with beauty. As Arthur falls in and out of love, as Jeevan watches the newscasters say their final good-byes, and as Kirsten finds herself caught in the crosshairs of the prophet, we see the strange twists of fate that connect them all.

 

Lost EverythingBrian Francis Slattery

LostEverything by Brian Francis SlatteryIn the not-distant-enough future, a man takes a boat trip up the Susquehanna River with his most trusted friend, intent on reuniting with his son. But the man is pursued by an army, and his own harrowing past; and the familiar American landscape has been savaged by war and climate change until it is nearly unrecognizable.

Lost Everything, the latest book from the author of Spaceman Blues and Liberation, was the winner of the 2013 Philip K. Dick Award.

 

The Road—Cormac McCarthy

The Road by Cormac McCarthyA father and his son walk alone through burned America. Nothing moves in the ravaged landscape, save the ash on the wind. It is cold enough to crack stones, and when the snow falls, it is gray. The sky is dark. Their destination is the coast, although they don’t know what, if anything, awaits them there. They have nothing; just a pistol to defend themselves against the lawless bands that stalk the road, the clothes they are wearing, a cart of scavenged food—and each other.

The Road boldly imagines a future in which no hope remains, but in which the father and his son, “each the other’s world entire,” are sustained by love. It is an unflinching meditation on the worst and the best that we are capable of: ultimate destructiveness, desperate tenacity, and the tenderness that keeps two people alive in the face of total devastation.

 

Seveneves—Neal Stephenson

Seveneves by Neal StephensonWhat would happen if the world were ending?

A catastrophic event renders the earth a ticking time bomb. In a feverish race against the inevitable, nations around the globe band together to devise an ambitious plan to ensure the survival of humanity far beyond our atmosphere, in outer space.

But the complexities and unpredictability of human nature, coupled with unforeseen challenges and dangers, threaten the intrepid pioneers, until only a handful of survivors remains. Five thousand years later, their progeny—seven distinct races now three billion strong—embark on yet another audacious journey into the unknown… to an alien world utterly transformed by cataclysm and time: Earth.

 

Supervolcano: Eruption—Harry Turtledove

Supervolcano: Eruption by Harry TurtledoveA supervolcanic eruption in Yellowstone Park sends lava and mud flowing toward populated areas, and clouds of ash drifting across the country. The fallout destroys crops and livestock, clogs machinery, and makes cities uninhabitable. Those who survive find themselves caught in an apocalyptic catastrophe in which humanity has no choice but to rise from the ashes and recreate the world…

 

Chasing the Phoenix—Michael Swanwick

Chasing the Phoenix by Michael SwanwickIn the distant future, the old high-tech world has long since collapsed, and the artificial intelligences that ran it are outlawed and destroyed. Or so it seems. A dog called Surplus arrives in China, dressed as a Mongolian shaman, leading a yak carrying the corpse of his friend, Darger.

Darger and Surplus, one a human, the other a genetically engineered, highly intelligent dog, are a pair of con…men? They travel to what was once China and, pretending to have limited super-powers, aid an ambitious local warlord who dreams of conquest and once again reuniting China under one ruler. Against all odds, it begins to work, but it seems as if there are other forces at work behind the scenes…

 

Bloodtide—Melvin Burgess

Boodtide by Melvin BurgessLondon is in ruins, a once highly advanced city now a gated wasteland. Within its walls, a bloody war rages between two clans. Hope is sparse, but the people believe the gods have risen from the dead.

Odin himself has come to play a part in the lives of two twins, a brother and sister from the Volson clan. Siggy and Signy must come to grips with their destiny as London’s future teeters on the edge of a knife…

 

One Second After—William R. Forstchen

One Second After by William ForstchenJohn Matherson is a retired U.S. Army Colonel and professor of history who moved to Black Mountain to be near his wife’s family as she battled cancer. Now a widower, he is raising his two daughters alone, and teaching at the local Montreat Christian College, when everything changes.

The book begins on the second Tuesday of May, at 4:50 p.m. EST, when the phone lines in town suddenly go dead. So do all the electrical appliances. Just a second before, everything worked; but now, just one second after, virtually nothing does. There are hundreds of stranded motorists whose cars and trucks have simply rolled to a halt on the nearby Interstate. There are no AM/FM radio broadcasts, no television, no Internet… no communication with anyone outside the town. Within hours, it becomes clear to the residents of Black Mountain that this is no ordinary blackout, and they come to the realization that the power may remain off for a very long time…

 

The Stand—Stephen King

The Stand by Stephen KingA patient escapes from a biological testing facility, unknowingly carrying a deadly weapon: a mutated strain of super-flu that will wipe out 99 percent of the world’s population within a few weeks. Those who remain are scared, bewildered, and in need of a leader. Two emerge—Mother Abagail, the benevolent 108-year-old woman who urges them to build a peaceful community in Boulder, Colorado; and Randall Flagg, the nefarious “Dark Man,” who delights in chaos and violence. As the dark man and the peaceful woman gather power, the survivors will have to choose between them—and ultimately decide the fate of all humanity.

 

End of Days—Robert Gleason

End of Days by Robert GleasonLydia Lozen Magruder—the great-granddaughter of a female Apache war-shaman—has seen visions of the End since childhood. She has constructed a massive ranch-fortress in the American Southwest, stocked with everything necessary to rebuild civilization.

Now, her visions are coming true. John Stone, once a baseball star and now a famous gonzo journalist, stumbled across a plan to blast humanity back to the Stone Age. Then he vanished. Lydia’s only hope of tracking him down lies with her stubborn, globe-trotting daughter, Kate, Stone’s former lover. However, Kate is about to step right into the plotters’ crosshairs: Stone has been captured by a pair of twin Middle Eastern princesses, hell-bent on torturing him until he reveals all he knows. Meanwhile, a Russian general obsessed with nuclear Armageddon has also disappeared… as have eight or more of his Russian subs, armed with nuclear-tipped missiles.

The world is armed for self-destruction.

Who will survive?

 

The Girl With All the Gifts—M. R. Carey

The Girl with All the Gifts by M.R. CareyNot every gift is a blessing.

Melanie is a very special girl. Dr Caldwell calls her “our little genius.”

Every morning, Melanie waits in her cell to be collected for class. When they come for her, Sergeant keeps his gun pointing at her while two of his people strap her into the wheelchair. She thinks they don’t like her. She jokes that she won’t bite, but they don’t laugh…

 

Nemesis Games—James S.A. Corey

Nemesis Games by James S.A. CoreyA thousand worlds have opened, and the greatest land rush in human history has begun. As wave after wave of colonists leave, the power structures of the old solar system begin to buckle. Ships are disappearing without a trace. Private armies are being secretly formed. The sole remaining protomolecule sample is stolen. Terrorist attacks previously considered impossible bring the inner planets to their knees. The sins of the past are returning to exact a terrible price. And as a new human order is struggling to be born in blood and fire, James Holden and the crew of the Rocinante must struggle to survive and get back to the only home they have left.

 

Julian Comstock—Robert Charles Wilson

Julian Comstock by Robert Charles WilsonIn the reign of President Deklan Comstock, a reborn United States is struggling back to prosperity. Over a century after the Efflorescence of Oil, after the Fall of the Cities, after the False Tribulation, after the days of the Pious Presidents, the sixty stars and thirteen stripes wave from the plains of Athabaska to the national capital in New York. In Colorado Springs, the Dominion sees to the nation’s spiritual needs. In Labrador, the Army wages war on the Dutch. America, unified, is rising once again.

Then out of Labrador come tales of the war hero “Captain Commongold.” The masses follow his adventures in the popular press. The Army adores him. The President is… troubled. Especially when the dashing Captain turns out to be his nephew Julian, son of the President’s late brother Bryce—a popular general who challenged the President’s power, and paid the ultimate price…

 

Ship Breaker—Paolo Bacigalupi

Ship Breaker by Paolo BacigalupiIn America’s Gulf Coast region, where grounded oil tankers are being broken down for parts, Nailer, a teenage boy, works the light crew, scavenging for copper wiring just to make quota—and hopefully live to see another day. But when, by luck or chance, he discovers an exquisite clipper ship beached during a recent hurricane, Nailer faces the most important decision of his life: Strip the ship for all it’s worth or rescue its lone survivor, a beautiful and wealthy girl who could lead him to a better life…

 

Soft Apocalypse—Will McIntosh

Soft Apocalypse by Will McIntoshWhat happens when resources become scarce and society starts to crumble? As the competition for resources pulls America’s previously stable society apart, the “New Normal” is a Soft Apocalypse. This is how our world ends; with a whimper instead of a bang.

In 2023, about ten years after an economic depression set off the Great Decline and society as we know it gradually began to fall apart, Jasper’s sociology degree is in less and less demand. Now he leads a tribe of formerly middle-class Americans—they prefer to think of themselves as “nomadic” rather than “homeless”—trying to scrape a life together in the face of violence from the haves and desperation from the have-nots. They struggle to find a place for themselves and their children in a new, dangerous world that still carries the ghostly echoes of their previous lives.

 

Earth Abides—George R. Stewart

Earth Abides by George R. StewartThis classic tale of post-apocalyptic society follows Isherwood Williams, a Berkeley graduate student, as he attempts to create life after civilization’s collapse. He’s in his research cabin in the mountains, recovering from a rattlesnake bite, when a disease wipes out most of humanity. He only slowly learns the truth as he travels back toward the city, finding abandoned homes and bodies along the way. He finally meets a woman, Em, and the two begin to work together to survive, slowly building a family and a community of survivors. But can a tiny band of people save humanity from falling into extinction?

Earth Abides won the inaugural International Fantasy Award in 1951.

 

The Postman—David Brin

The Postman by David BrinHe was a survivor—a wanderer who traded tales for food and shelter in the dark and savage aftermath of a devastating war. Fate touches him one chill winter’s day when he borrows the jacket of a long-dead postal worker to protect himself from the cold. The old, worn uniform still has power as a symbol of hope, and with it he begins to weave his greatest tale, of a nation on the road to recovery.

This is the story of a lie that became the most powerful kind of truth.

 

The Hunger Games—Suzanne Collins

The Hunger Games by Suzanne CollinsCould you survive on your own, in the wild, with everyone out to make sure you don’t live to see the morning?

In the ruins of a place once known as North America lies the nation of Panem, a shining Capitol surrounded by twelve outlying districts. The Capitol is harsh and cruel and keeps the districts in line by forcing them all to send one boy and one girl between the ages of twelve and eighteen to participate in the annual Hunger Games, a fight to the death on live TV.

Sixteen-year-old Katniss Everdeen, who lives alone with her mother and younger sister, regards it as a death sentence when she is forced to represent her district in the Games. But Katniss has been close to death before—and survival, for her, is second nature. Without really meaning to, she becomes a contender. But if she is to win, she will have to start making choices that weigh survival against humanity and life against love.

 

The Rift—Walter Jon Williams

The Rift by Walter Jon WilliamsFracture lines permeate the central United States. Some comprise the New Madrid fault, the most dangerous earthquake zone in the world. Other fracture lines are social: economic, religious, racial, and ethnic.

What happens when they all crack at once?

Caught in the disaster as cities burn and bridges tumble, young Jason Adams finds himself adrift on the Mississippi with African-American engineer Nick Ruford. A modern-day Huck and Jim, they spin helplessly down the river and into the widening faults in American society, encountering violence and hope, compassion and despair, and the primal wilderness that threatens to engulf not only them, but all they love…

 

The Mistborn Trilogy—Brandon Sanderson

Mistborn Trilogy by Brandon SandersonBrandon Sanderson’s Mistborn series asks a terrifying question: What if the prophesied Hero defeated the Darkness, and then turned evil himself?

The books are set in the dystopian future of Scadrial. Ash falls from the sky, the plants are withered and brown, and each night, clouds of supernatural mist descend upon the people. The long-ago hero is now the Lord Ruler, an immortal despot who controls the nobility and crushes the peasantry. The nobles are kept pacified through the gift of Allomancy (magical power) while the peasants, known as skaa, are simply exploited. A thousand years into Lord Ruler’s reign, a group of “Mistborn” skaa—skaa who can access all Allomantic powers—begin to plot a revolution. But is there any magical ability strong enough to topple Lord Ruler?

 

The Last Man—Mary Shelley

The Last Man by Mary ShelleyThe Last Man does double duty as both a post-apocalyptic novel and a requiem for the Romantic Movement. Mary Shelley wrote her husband, Percy Bysshe Shelley, Lord Byron, and her own children into a story of English nobility attempting to flee a plague during the 2090s. The central character, Lionel Verney, is the son of a nobleman who has gambled himself into poverty. He finds himself immune to the plague, and then has to try to survive as civilization slowly dies around him. Shelley added a meta-textual layer to the story by interspersing the narrative with a series of prophetic writings that she “found in the Sibyl’s cave” in the early 1800s.

The Wheel of Time Reread Redux: The Great Hunt, Part 15

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Intrigue! Deception! Suspicious feats of juggling! This Wheel of Time Reread Redux has got it all!

Today’s Redux post will cover Chapters 25 and 26 of The Great Hunt, originally reread in this post.

All original posts are listed in The Wheel of Time Reread Index here, and all Redux posts will also be archived there as well. (The Wheel of Time Master Index, as always, is here, which has links to news, reviews, interviews, and all manner of information about the Wheel of Time in general on Tor.com.)

The Wheel of Time Reread is also available as an e-book series! Yay!

All Reread Redux posts will contain spoilers for the entire Wheel of Time series, so if you haven’t read, read at your own risk.

And now, the post!

Scheduling Note: Labor Day is nigh upon us, y’all! Therefore, there will be no Redux Reread post next Tuesday, September 8th.

Onward!

 

Chapter 25: Cairhien

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He stalked out angrily, not sure whether he was angry with himself, or with Cairhien and its Great Game, or Selene for vanishing, or Moiraine. She had started it all, stealing his coats and giving him a lord’s clothes instead. Even now that he called himself free of them, an Aes Sedai still managed to interfere in his life, and without even being there.

Hahaha. I feel sorry for Rand himself, but this whole Cairhien sequence was always one of my favorite parts of TGH—of the entire series, really. I’ve offered criticisms about overuse of tropes on plenty of occasions (my references to Jordan’s tendency towards Planet of Hats-ism in the original commentary to this very chapter, for instance), but tropes can be awesome as well. And I’ll admit that one of my bigger literary weaknesses is for this kind of thing, which I’m sure has a TV Tropes name but I’ve wasted an hour searching for it and am giving up now: not just the general enlordening thing, which I’ve already commented on, but delving into fictional intrigue and politics in general.

Emphasis on “fictional,” of course. Real political intrigue generally makes me want to bash my head into a wall, but contrariwise, I usually gleefully enjoy a well-executed fictional political imbroglio—as long as it works out in the hero’s favor in the long run, of course. As this particular-seeming debacle will eventually work to Rand’s advantage. I think it has something to do with how it gives the satisfaction of intricate pieces clicking into place, and the concurrent broadening of the world-building that intricacy engenders.

Or, you know, the satisfaction of seeing the farm boy trounce the snobby aristocrats at their own game. Even if, as in this particular case, he does it pretty much completely by accident.

And, speaking of fake politics:

“It was the Aiel War, Lord Rand.” [Hurin] looked to make sure none of the soldiers were close enough to hear. “Many of the farmers were afraid to go back to their lands near the Spine of the World, and they all came here, near enough. That’s why Galldrian has the river full of grain barges up from Andor and Tear. There’s no crops coming from farms in the east because there aren’t any farms anymore. Best not to mention it to a Cairhienin though, my Lord. They like to pretend the war never happened, or at least that they won it.”

[…] “I fear Galldrian keeps his people quiet by entertaining them. He gives gleemen and musicians the King’s Gift, a bounty in silver, to perform here in the Foregate, and he sponsors horse races down by the river every day. There are fireworks many nights, too.” [Loial] sounded disgusted. “Elder Haman says Galldrian is a disgrace.”

Well, he’s a disgrace at economics, that’s for sure. Importing all your food, and paying out to entertain the farmers who should be growing it instead? Sounds like a pitch-perfect way to bleed an entire national treasury dry in no time flat. I mean, obviously I’m not in support of Galldrian forcing those farmers to go back and farm on their original properties, but I’m pretty surprised he hasn’t tried it. Or, more humanely, at least tried relocating them to other arable land so they can be producing again.

Or, assuming that other arable land isn’t available (though judging by the general emptiness of most of Randland, I’d be surprised if that were the case), offer financial incentives to go back to their farms that are enough to overcome their fear of Aiel. Sure, that might take some convincing, but you’d be amazed at how convincing a large enough pile of cash can be. I mean, if you’re spending all that money anyway, why not give it to your farmers directly, instead of to a bunch of outlander bread and circuses, literally?

But then, that would be coddling the peasantry, I suppose. And we can’t have that! Better to help them party 24/7 and then sneer at them about it than help them construct a workable way to rebuild their former lives, right?

Of course, I’m sure there’s no few of those former farmers who have no interest in going back to the farm now that they’ve seen Paree, but someone would take that offer, if made, and grain is grain. I’m not claiming it’s a flaw-free solution, because an economist I most certainly am not, but it certainly seems like a better idea than this hot mess.

In other news, I still can’t remember whether I was surprised that Thom was alive when I first read this, but I’m willing to bet I was. Back then I had yet to develop quite so healthy a suspicion of any fictional death that didn’t produce a definite corpse. Ah, youth.

 

Chapter 26: Discord

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In the original commentary, I was somewhat scornfully puzzled as to why Thom is so slow on the uptake here to realize that hey, farmboy + enlordening + Aes Sedai interest + Horn of Valere + asking about the Karatheon Cycle + grousing about not being used as a false Dragon = HEY MAYBE HE’S THE DRAGON REBORN OR SOMETHING. But several commenters later pointed out that it wasn’t so much that Thom was failing to connect the dots as it was that he was refusing to connect the dots, because Thom knew that Rand being the Dragon Reborn was a whole world of epic crazy that no one sane would want to be even remotely involved in. And, well, that makes a lot more sense. Thanks, much-more-astute-than-me commenters!

Although you’d think he’d have also realized his astronomically low odds of escaping a ta’veren’s sphere of influence, no matter how deliberately dumb he makes himself. Plus, that whole thing where the Dragon Reborn is eventually going to get everyone involved in his epic crazy; it’s kinda the nature of the prophetic beast, there.

But I suppose you can’t fault a man too much for trying to cling to his illusions of not being a supporting role in an apocalyptic saga. Generally speaking, those don’t tend to end well for the sidekick roles, and if anyone is in a better position to know that than a professional storyteller like Thom, I can’t think of them offhand.

So, nice try, I guess, Thom. Too bad it’s doomed to failure!

The slender woman sitting cross-legged on the bed with her skirts tucked under her was keeping six colored balls spinning in a wheel between her hands.

According to The Google, the world record for longest juggle of a six-ball shower (which is what juggling in a circle would be) is 135 catches. So okay, it’s clearly difficult, but doable for a professional for short periods, seems like. I have to say, though, that judging from the record-holder’s very badly framed video of himself doing it, the height on the throws you apparently need to get to keep that many balls in the air makes it pretty unlikely that someone could do it sitting on a bed in a (presumably) low-ceilinged inn bedroom.

In other news, this is probably the fourth or fifth time I have discussed Jordan’s juggling fail in a fannish context, which proves once again that nobody can nitpick like a nerd can nitpick. CRY ABOUT IT.

“Do you know what that lack-wit Seaghan’s done now, girl?” Thom said, looking down at her. “He’s taken on a pack of louts who call themselves ‘players.’ They walk around pretending to be Rogosh Eagle-eye, and Blaes, and Gaidal Cain, and… Aaagh! They hang a scrap of painted canvas behind them, supposed to make the audience believe these fools are in Matuchin Hall, or the high passes of the Mountains of Dhoom. I make the listener see every banner, smell every battle, feel every emotion. I make them believe they are Gaidal Cain. Seaghan will have his hall torn down around his ears if he puts this lot on to follow me.”

I guess Thom should be glad he won’t be around for when they (re)invent moving pictures. If the emergence of theater offends him this much, he’d have an absolute coronary about film. Heh.

When they came pounding through the common room, Rand winked at the innkeeper, then laughed at his startled look. Let him think I’m off to play his bloody Great Game. Let him think what he wants. Thom’s alive.

And of course, the fun is that it’s impossible not to imagine what zany Daes Dae’mar-y shenanigans the innkeeper now thinks Rand is up to, and giggling about it. Thom comments later in the chapter that all you have to do is be reminded of the existence of the Great Game to start thinking on its terms, and he’s absolutely right.

Also, it’s worth enjoying the moments in the early books like this one, where Rand is genuinely happy, as much as possible, because they are few and far between, and they will soon be gone for good.

Even after all is said and done and the day is won and Rand is incognito and one with the Matrix and free to do whatever, which should presumably make him happy again, or at least relatively content, there’s an element of innocence to Rand here that he’s never going to get back no matter how at peace he is post-AMOL. So, I guess, cherish it while you’ve got it, or something.


And that’s all the news that’s fit to post for now, my friends! Have a wonderful Labor Day weekend if that applies to you, and I’ll see you crazy kids again in two weeks! Cheers!

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