Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Wheel of Time Reread: The Shadow Rising part 1

The Shadow Rising: chapters 1 - 2

Chapter 1: Seeds of Shadow
  • The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose on the great plain called the Caralain Grass. The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time. But it was a beginning.
    • I love the dang wind in Randland!
  • Min/Elmindreda:
    • Ananda (Yellow), Green Aes Sedai, Another Aes Sedai all die on the same day. Warders with bloody faces and gaping wounds. Servants with signs of violence.
      • The Tower Coup!
    • An apple-cheeked Accepted, bars floated in front of her face like a cage.
    • Sheriam with a battered and bruised face.
    • A Brown sister's aura faded like a guttering candle.
    • An Aes Sedai with chains in the air around her
    • An Aes Sedai with a silver collar around her neck.
      • Captured by the Seanchan.
    • Gawyn--streaks of dried blood making his face a grim mask. He'll be wounded in the coup, a deep wound not to his flesh.
    • Leane--For a moment the Keeper had been looking through a transparent mask of her own face, a screaming mask.
      • The Tower Coup, her stilling
    • Siuan Sanche--standing there as regal as any queen, and for a moment she was also lying on the floor, naked. Aside from her being in only her skin, there was something odd about the image, but it vanished before Min could say what. It was as strong a viewing as she had ever seen, and she had no idea what it meant.
      • She's stilled.
    • "My mother always told me to marry a poor liar, and you qualify. Except that I think someone else has first claim."
    • "just Min, Leane Sedai, if you please." Min managed to keep her face straight, but it was difficult not to glare. The Keeper's voice had held too much amusement. If her mother had had to name her after someone in a story, why did it have to be a woman who seemed to spend most of her time sighing at men, when she was not inspiring them to compose songs about her eyes, or her smile?"
    • "I may be a fool, but I'm not the first woman to be a fool over a man."
  • Gawyn:
    • "That has been my duty since the day she was born. My blood shed before hers; my life given before hers. I took that oath when I could barely see over the side of her cradle; Gareth Bryne had to explain to me what it meant. I won't break it now. Andor needs her more than it needs me."
  • Siuan Sanche:
    • At first glance, despite her smooth Aes Sedai features, Siuan Sanche herself looked as simple as her furnishings. She herself was sturdy, and handsome rather than beautiful, and the only bit of ostentation in her clothing was the broad stole of the Amyrlin Seat she wore, with one colored stripe for each of the seven Ajahs. Her age was indeterminate, as with any Aes Sedai; not even a hint of gray showed in her dark hair. But her sharp blue eyes brooked no nonsense, and her firm jaw spoke of the determination of the youngest woman ever to be chosen Amyrlin Seat. For over ten years Siuan Sanche had been able to summon rulers, and the powerful, and they had come, even if they hated the White Tower and feared Aes Sedai.
    • "I fear what you see is something far worse than the Seanchan. I fear it can only be the Black Ajah. Only a handful of us know about them, and I don't relish what will happen when the knowledge becomes common, but they are the greatest immediate threat to the Tower."
    • "As though anyone even understands most of them! The Prophecies aren't what makes him the Dragon Reborn; all that takes is for him the Dragon Reborn; all that takes is for him to admit it, and he must have if he is going for Callandor. The Prophecies are meant to announce to the world who he is, to prepare him for what is coming, to prepare the world for it. If Moiraine can keep some control over him, she will guide him to the Prophecies we can be sure of--when he is ready to face them!--and for the rest, we trust that what he does is enough. We hope. For all I know he had already fulfilled Prophecies none of us understands. The Light send it's enough."
      • "So you do mean to control him. He said you'd try to use him, but this is the first I've heard you admit it." Min felt cold inside. Angry, she added, "You haven't done such a good job of it so far, you and Moiraine."
    • "Do you think we could trust to the Pattern, to his destiny, to keep him alive, like some story? This isn't a story, he isn't some invincible hero, and if his thread is snipped out of the Pattern, the Wheel of Time won't notice his going, and the Creator will produce no miracles to save us. If Moiraine cannot reef his sails, he very well may get himself killed, and where are we then? Where is the world? The Dark One's prison is failing. He will touch the world again; it is only a matter of time. If Rand al'Thor is not there to face him in the Last Battle, if the headstrong young fool gets himself killed first, the world is doomed. The War of the Power all over again, with now Lews Therin and his Hundred Companions. Then fire and shadow, forever." She stopped suddenly, peering at Min's face. "So that's the way the wind sets, is it? You and Rand. I did not expect this."
  • Elaida and Alviarin
    • It begins!
  • Favorite Lines:
    • "On the heights, the paths are paved with daggers."
Chapter 2: Whirlpools in the Pattern
  • Bain and Chiad:
    • She spent considerable time with the Aiel woman. The friendship made some trouble for her, but she seemed to like the Aiel women as much as she despised the Stone's Tairen noblewomen.
  • Faile:
    • "Don't you dare hand me any of the hairy-chested drivel about a man having to do his duty. I know duty as well as you, and you have no duty here. You may be ta'veren, even if I don't see it, but he is the Dragon Reborn, not you."
  • Perrin:
    • "I think I am part of Rand's destiny, somehow. Mat, too. I think he can't do what he has to unless we do our part, as well. That is the duty. How can I walk away if it might mean Rand will fail.?"
    • I worked it out for myself. I think ta'veren are pulled toward each other. Or maybe Rand pulls us, Mat and me both. He's supposed to be the strongest ta'veren since Artur Hawkwing, maybe since the Breaking. Mat won't even admit he's ta'veren, but however he tries to get away, he always ends up drawn back to Rand. Loial says he has never heard of three ta'veren, all the same age and all from the same place."
  • Bubbles of Evil:
    • Perrin--killer axe.
    • Mat--killer cards
    • Rand--killer mirror copies.
  • Mat:
    • In the hot, still air, their perfumed tabac smelled like a fire in a lady's dressing chamber. Not that mat had ever been in a lady's dressing chamber. An illness that killed him had left his memory as full of holes as the best lace, yet he was sure he would have remembered that. Not even the Dark One would be mean enough to make me forget that.
    • Rand the ruler of Tear; that still seemed ludicrous enough to make him want to pinch himself. Rand was a shepherd, a good fellow to have fun with when he was not going all over-serious and responsible.
    • Boasting was easy when no one expected you to carry through. 
  • Maidens' Kiss:
    • "Rhuarc said if I wanted to get along with the Maidens, I should ask them how to play Maidens' Kiss. He said that was the best way to get to know them." It still sounded like one of the kissing games back home, like Kiss the Daisies. He had never considered the Aiel clan chief a man to play tricks. He would be warier the next time. He made an effort to improve the grin. "So I went along to Bain and..." Reimon frowned impatiently. None of them knew any Aiel's name but Rhuarc, and none of them wanted to. Mat dropped the names and hurried on "...went along dumb as a bull-goose fool, and asked them to show me." He should have suspected something from the wide smiles that had bloomed on their faces. Like cats who had been asked to dance by a mouse. "Before I knew what was happening, I had a fistful of spears around my neck like a collar. I could have shaved myself with one sneeze."
    • "They each  took a kiss. That's all. If she thought it was a good kiss, they eased up with the spears. If not, they pushed a little harder; to encourage, you might say. That was all. I'll tell you this; i got nicked less than I do shaving."

  • Rand:
    • Without thinking he channeled the flows still linked to him, and suddenly she was staggering back, eyes wide with startlement, as if a wall of air pushed her. It was air, he realized; he did things without knowing what he was doing more often than he did know. At least, once done, he could usually remember how to do them again.
    • In a moment he would send for Moiraine to Heal his wounds. In a moment he would speak to the Aiel outside, and become the Dragon Reborn again. But for now, he only wanted to sit, and remember a shepherd named Rand al'Thor.

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