The Wheel of Time

I have just finished the Wheel of Time series. How does one explain it? How can one truly show, or write, something that changes them? In a way, it reminds me of my faith. There isn't a way to quantify the feelings, but they are too strong to be simply ignored. Such is my faith, and such were the feelings as I turned the final pages of A Memory of Light.
  The story left me breathless.  Stories of this scale are few and far between, and for good reason. Crafting a masterpiece like this is no easy task. Two people -Original author Robert Jordan and cover artist Darrell Sweet_ have passed away as the Wheel turned. Brandon Sanderson, one of my favorite authors, finished the epic saga, and Michael Whelan did a phenomenal job on the cover of A Memory of Light. It took me around a year to finish it.
  But those days were some of my favorite days. I walked the mysterious hallsof Tar Valon, climbed the treacherous peak of Dragonmount, and saw the Last Battle, Tarmon Gai'don, fought at Shayol Ghul. I watched people grow up (Or in Mat's case, fail to do so ). I saw battles fought, I saw kingdoms fall, and I saw men and women rise above what the world told them they were.
  This series is epic in every sense of the word. It has changed me, influenced my writing. I hope that my books are a mere shadow of what the Wheel of Time was.
  I've walked the path of the three ta'veren, and I shall do it again, many times in the future. I walked it with those characters; they have become something more, something that will be a part of me forever.
  Weave on, Wheel of Time!