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Okay so this goes to about… 1/3 of the way through Chapter 37. I stopped writing down my reactions after that because I wanted to just get totally sucked into the world without the distraction of note-taking. Sorry <___>
This is pretty accurate to my Chapter 37 thoughts and feels. XDDDDD Especially re: Demandred omg you needy girlfriend….XDDDDD
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TERRIBLE THINGS ARE HAPPENING TO ALL THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE: alternate chapter title for The Last Battle.
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Rand al’Thor:
(credit to moustachebandit)
Me:
COMPLETELY ACCURATE TO EVERYTHING BAHAHAHAHA
(ps just finished this book today and I have like a fist-sized hole in my chest wah)
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The Aiel are just freakin’ awesome.
Source: thechosenforsaken
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Imagine if Maiden’s Kiss became something we did today. Who would you want to play (read: suffer through) it with you and your friends? What would be going through your head if you were the one with the spears at your throat?
Wait isn’t Maiden’s Kiss the orgy game
have I been misreading this whole time
I DON’T WANT TO PLAY ANY ORGY GAMES WITH MY FRIENDS I LOVE YOU GUYS BUT NOT THAT MUCH
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“That one still thinks I killed his father,” Aybara said.
“No,” Galad replied. “I think he belives that you did not. But he has hated you for very long, Lord Aybara, and has loved Byar longer.” He shook his head. “Killing a friend. It is sometimes painful to do what is right.”
Aybara grunted. “You should get to the wounded,” he said, hefting his hammer and looking toward where the fighting was still thick.
“I am well enough to fight if I have your mount.”
“Well then, let’s be on with it.” Aybara eyed him. “I’ll stay by you, though, just in case it looks like you might fall.”
“Thank you.”
“I’m fond of the horse.”
-Towers of Midnight by Robert Jordan/Brandon Sanderson
Both Perrin AND Galad said “It’s the right thing to do” in this chapter, so we had better take a shot for each plus a bonus shot.
“Hold!” Galad bellowed, reaching the breaking section of the line. He had Bornhald and about fifty men. Not nearly enough. “We are the Children of the Light! We do not give before the Shadow!”
It didn’t work. Watching the disaster play out, his entire framework of understanding started to crack. The Children of the Light were not protected by their goodness; they were falling in swaths, like grain before the scythe. Worse than that, some did not fight valiantly or hold with resolve. Too many yelled in terror, running. The Amadicians he could understand, but a lot of the Children themselves were little better.
They weren’t cowards. They weren’t poor fighters. They were just men. Average. That wasn’t how it was supposed to be.
-Towers of Midnight by Robert Jordan/Brandon Sanderson
Does it make me a bad person if I have literally been waiting since the first book for the Children to fight Trollocs????
“When I joined the Lord Dragon, I knew what would happen to me. A few more years and I’d be gone. Might as well spend them fighting. The Lord Dragon told me I was a soldier, and a soldier can’t leave his duty. So I haven’t asked to go back before now. You needed me.”
“That’s changed?”
“My Lord, the taint is gone. I’m not going to go mad. That means…well. I always had a reason to fight. But now I’ve got a reason to live, too.”
Looking into the man’s eyes, Perrin understood. What must it have been like? Knowing that you’d eventually go mad and need to be executed. Likely by your friends, who would call it a mercy.
That was what Perrin had sensed in the Asha’man all along, the reason they held themselves apart, often seeming so somber. Everyone else fought for life. The Asha’man….they’d fought to die.
-Towers of Midnight by Robert Jordan/Brandon Sanderson
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