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I've been reading WoT for sometime now and I'm working my way through the last book. My wife, radiant soul that she is, suggested as I love this series so much that I ought reach out to a community online and tell what the series means to me.
I was wounded in the first excursion into Iraq, badly. The doctors prescribed a good healthy regiment of pain killers. By 1999, I was well hooked on opiates. In that same year, damn near strapped to a bed in a room in my parents home, I kicked heroin for the last time. As I was beginning, a friend asked me, is there anything you need. I told him to get me something to read. He gave his soft cover worn out copy of Eye of the World. I still have it. By the time Rand and Mat were having their walk to Caemlyn the hallucinations, sweats and creeps were kicking in, in full swing. I do not remember whether it was day or night, but I do remember at that time, and I would swear this until this day, that there were trollocs and myrdyall on the walls, ceiling and my own skin in that room.
I have been following the series since then. And truly, as hard as any day has been since then, they are all filled with light. I get the war between light and shadow. I understand the madness of the men who channel. I put the book down once I got to the part where an army of myrdyall were coming into the valley in Thakandar. The imagery was too much. But I look forward to reading until the end. I hope beyond hope that Rand survives and that he will enjoy the light that I have seen after my own battle with the dark one, those years ago.
Taishar Manetheran!
P
I was wounded in the first excursion into Iraq, badly. The doctors prescribed a good healthy regiment of pain killers. By 1999, I was well hooked on opiates. In that same year, damn near strapped to a bed in a room in my parents home, I kicked heroin for the last time. As I was beginning, a friend asked me, is there anything you need. I told him to get me something to read. He gave his soft cover worn out copy of Eye of the World. I still have it. By the time Rand and Mat were having their walk to Caemlyn the hallucinations, sweats and creeps were kicking in, in full swing. I do not remember whether it was day or night, but I do remember at that time, and I would swear this until this day, that there were trollocs and myrdyall on the walls, ceiling and my own skin in that room.
I have been following the series since then. And truly, as hard as any day has been since then, they are all filled with light. I get the war between light and shadow. I understand the madness of the men who channel. I put the book down once I got to the part where an army of myrdyall were coming into the valley in Thakandar. The imagery was too much. But I look forward to reading until the end. I hope beyond hope that Rand survives and that he will enjoy the light that I have seen after my own battle with the dark one, those years ago.
Taishar Manetheran!
P
