Last Wednesday Don and I had people from work over for to consume French Silk Pie and watch fantastic British productions of Robin Hood. My book collection wound up under discussion (it overwhelms the dining room, so that was vaguely inevitable) which lead to discussions of epic fantasy series, and to the Wheel of Time. There was talk over Robert Jordan’s health problems, and a debate over whether it would be better to have the series finished and brought to its overblown, wandering conclusion, or wind up with heirs forever tinkering because there’s more in those notes of his! I was firmly opposed to his passing as we already have enough postmortem tinkering, and it always disappoints.
I think he did it just to spite me.
R.I.P. oh ye of the massive world building. You gave hope to all the verbose and complex wannabes.
Anaea Lay 