Sometimes, when some things happen, an urgent need arises to write about it. I feel that I have procrastinated enough.

This blog post is dedicated to Robert Jordan, one of my favourite fantasy writers of all time. When I remember the countless exciting nights and magical hours spent in the world of the "Wheel of Time", journeying through various spectucular lands and adventuring with the Dragon Reborn, I feel a great sense of gratitude to the author, R. Jordan. Even though that is but a pseudonym, in my heart, I will forever only know the author who has provided me solace through the lonely nights, the droll days, and the sleepless hours as Robert Jordan.

The feeling of reading a good fantasy is like the ultimate luxury for the soul, is like drinking from a deep magical well that washes away all the hard realities of everyday life. And a good fantasy writer is indeed hard to come by, the discovery of a rare brilliant author amidst the heap of junk in libraries like the finding of some coverted treasure. All good things must indeed come to an end though. The fantastic journey that lasted on and off throughout a series of 11 wonderful books finally coming to tragic close with the death of this great author. How ironic that the next book is to be the last, the magnificent end to a magnificent series. Yet fickle fate has always played pranks on Man, and will continue to do so. Even though, of course, the book will be finished, it will never be the same as that written by the original author.

"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.... 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."

And a great beginning you have given me. A wondrous beginning into a realm of fantasy. Thank you, Robert.