I have a “special” shelf on my bookcase at home.  Not just any book is allowed on it.  In fact, the criteria is pretty specific: it’s reserved solely for the books in the Wheel of Time series.

See that empty space there at the end?  My shelf is incomplete.  It’s always been incomplete.  Because the series has always been incomplete.  Since the summer of 1991, when a friend – my high school best friend – let me borrow his copy of “The Eye of the World”, I’ve been waiting, as patiently as possible, for the final book in the series.  Waiting for Tarmon Gai’don, the final, epic battle between the forces of Light and Shadow to be fought.

Well, the end has finally – finally – come.  Tomorrow,