In which I compartmentalise, because the wheel is weaving in all different directions now.

( ... and even myth is long forgotten ... )

In which threads diverge but remain controlled, Rand is saner but makes less sense, and Faile is ... kind of awesome? I don't know, it's weird.

( Legend fades to myth ... )

In which I see what everyone saw in Mat, I begin to remember why I never much cared for Perrin's storyline despite liking Perrin quite a bit, and Rand is off his rocker.

( ... leaving memories that become legend ... )

In which we meet a lot of New Folks, Verin RULES, and the Seanchan make their debut. Ewww.

( ... and Ages come and pass ... )

In which Tolkien's influence flows strongly, Lan is kind of a condescending jerk, and Gawyn and Elaida, fleetingly, don't suck.

( The Wheel of Time turns ... )

In which Tolkien gives away the ending, snippets of history emerge, and I get most of my complaining out of the way early.

( The bit most people skip ... )

In which Tolkien denounces allegory, defends history, and sets the standard for fantasy for years to come.

( Why Tolkien is the original, and the best ... )

In which Dudley misses his show, letters are oddly specific, and Uncle Vernon tiptoes through the tulips.

( Letters, Smeltings, more letters, seaweed ... )

In which Vernon's list of unattractive qualities grows exponentially, knickerbocker glories are pondered, and the relevance of boa constrictors is questioned.

( More Dursley fun ... )

In which Dumbledore has a master plan, owls abandon the Statute of Secrecy, and McGonagall rightly dismisses the Dursleys as the contemptible horrors they are.

( I write rather a lot ... )