How to Adapt The Wheel of Time for TV (Correctly) by ZachValkyrie, journal
How to Adapt The Wheel of Time for TV (Correctly)
I know we're all still reeling from the astounding degree of douchebaggery spewing forth from Red Eagle Entertainment, what with their atrocious not-pilot, and their subsequent lawsuit against Harriet McDougal. However, as I watched the beautiful catastrophe that was Billy Zane's Ishamael, it hit me that this was the closest anyone has EVER come to actually making a series out of The Wheel of Time. Oh sure, there was Flight From Shadow which was infinitely better in every way; but we all knew that was a one-time deal.
But it got me to thinking: If someone were to actually make The Wheel of Time, how could they go about it? My first thought w
Some might call this fanfiction. I'd like to think of it as a possibility. Perhaps, in a bygone age, or in a mirror world, something like this might have happened...
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 began to rise on the peak of Dragonmount. 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.
Down the slopes the wind rushed, co
Dedicated to A Memory of Light by Windoula, literature
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Dedicated to A Memory of Light
Oh be still my beating heart.
There it sits, proud and majestic in its finality,
Awaiting the moment of peace
Where no demands betray me
And no anxieties awake me.
Oh be still, joyous soul. The time will come.
It comes! It comes!
The first pages stir under my fingertips.
It roars like the thunder!
It burns like the sun!
I love that burning fire.
I reach out and embrace.
'Before the Blade' pt1 Ashantra by valin8472, literature
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'Before the Blade' pt1 Ashantra
Court was so tedious.
Ashantra was grateful in one sense that she wasn't sixteen yet. She was too young to be considered a grown woman according to Manetheri law; and therefore she was only forced to endure this tedium once each week. Had it been more frequent, she was sure she would have been driven mad. Why anyone /liked/ sitting through these audiences on a daily basis, listening to this man whine or that woman prattle on about unfairness was beyond her. Most of them didn't know what real unfairness was. It was a struggle just to stay awake sometimes, and to keep herself from condescending citizens at others.
She sat in one of the small, e
Elayne's Testing: The first arch by ElyssaJM, literature
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Elayne's Testing: The first arch
Elayne stifled a yawn as Sheriam continued to push her forward.
"Must we do this now?" Elayne muttered bitterly. Sheriam nodded her head sternly.
"The tower waits for no woman; the Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills when it wills."
Elayne was very tired of hearing that phrase, Elaida had always told her that as a child growing up, and it always frustrated her. It sounded as though the Wheel controlled all of their actions, and no one truly had any control over their own fate. Elaida had told her that line of thought was stupid foolish, but it was what Elayne thought when she heard it.
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"I won't refuse." Elayne said boldly, lifting her hea
Author's Note: I do not own Wheel of Time or its characters. This is set during Winter's Heart.
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Musings at Dawn
Lan was content to watch his wife sleep for now. It had been a late night last night, and he had worn her out. She would need a chance to recover. He had plans for this morning. Nynaeve might be a lioness when she was awake, but she was very kittenish in sleep. She was curled around him, her dark hair fanning across the bed. His wife. His mashiara, though perhaps she was no longer quite that. Nynaeve was still beloved of his heart and soul, but she w
Truemy the wise *sigh* I pommised I'd never do this *
Welcome to the world of Truemy's CRACK (meaning crack fanfiction) *sob* Yes I'm doing a fanfiction, but it's crackfiction so yeah anyway .
(Note)[Before this made tirade begins, I'd like to let everyone know who is reading The Sword of Truth or watching Legend of the Seeker, or reading and have read all The Wheel of Time books out there, that this story *mumblesifitcanbecalledthatmumbles* is not currently up to date. I'm gonna say that this sorta takes place in SoT world around book 6 which I believe is Faith of the Fallen. *and before the series starts to REAAAAALLLY SUC
Rand stepped out of his Gateway onto a frosted mountain slope. Icicles hung from the thin limbs of evergreens, and a thick layer of snow encrusted the ground. It crunched beneath Rand's booted feet. Outside the void, he was aware of the frostbitten wind, freezing his skin. He channeled to warm the air around him. Callandor, now cold in his hand, glowed faintly as he drew more power from it.
A gust of wind blew through the woods, rustling the iced branches, and throwing Rand's cloak wide. He paid it little heed. Did they even bother to show up?
Pride. Lews Therin panted. My pride will be the death of me.
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