Knife Of Dreams

time to read 1 min | 118 words

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 above the broken mountain named Dragonmount. 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’m reading it right now, from the first chapter of the Knife of Dreams. It sends a shiver down my spine as I do so. It has been such a long wait…