[  Mood: Very Sad ]
I learned that Robert Jordan died yesterday.

I’d known that he was ill for sometime, and plugged into his own website solely to keep up with his condition, and to hope for his recovery (a thing I knew was nigh unto a miracle in scope). Alas, it was not to be, and so I’m left with this sadness. And guilt.

For, to my eternal shame, I have yet to finish his first WOT novel. And I bought it the year after it was first published. Last week, I picked up "New Spring", again chastising myself for not even finishing the first.

Now, in his honor, I finish this with the only tribute I can offer toa great author.

I’m going to read all of his books, no matter what may come. Forgive me, sir. And in peace may you rest. I’ll be by in about thirty years to serve you and Misters Zelazny, Asimov and Heinlein.