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Brandon Sanderson / Re: Spren (Way of Kings prologue-3rd Chapter Spoilers)
« on: June 16, 2010, 06:13:03 PM »
Or both?
A lot of people describe Scalzi’s Old Man's War novels as military science fiction, but I would classify its sequel Zoë’s Tale as a space opera. It’s a story about, well, Zoë, a teenage girl whose parents are invited to take leadership roles in building a colony on a new planet. Zoë is an enthusiastic member of the group sent to colonize Roanoke, despite the risks—and the risks are considerable even before the political machinations of greater powers boil to the surface. Continue reading Zoë’s Tale
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QuotePrologue:
“The love of men is a frigid thing, a mountain stream only three steps from the ice. We are his. Oh Stormfather… we are his. It is but a thousand days, and the Everstorm comes.”
- Collected on the first day of the week Palah of the month Shash of the year 1171, thirty-one seconds before death. Subject was a darkeyed pregnant woman of middle years. The child did not survive.
1000 days until the everstorm... I just want to know how far away it is at any given time in the book.
I was under the impression that the Everstorm had already happened. Isn't that what caused the Spren to appear when the connection wasn't completely closed to the spirit realm? Which had made me assume that all these quotes were from way in the past... maybe near the time of the prelude. But then that would make the current year somewhere around 5676 (as of chapter 1).
We could take that same theory and reverse it. Say it's currently 1171.. the prelude happened in -3334 (can't really call it BC now can I? Lol) which means we're looking at a 1000 days until the Everstorm comes, which means that the woman who died was in someway seeing the future. "Who was she?" is now the biggest question in this theory in my opinion. Such a claim isn't just speculative, she knew.
I want to see the calendar system laid out. I'm hoping it's pretty insane.
Prologue:
“The love of men is a frigid thing, a mountain stream only three steps from the ice. We are his. Oh Stormfather… we are his. It is but a thousand days, and the Everstorm comes.”
- Collected on the first day of the week Palah of the month Shash of the year 1171, thirty-one seconds before death. Subject was a darkeyed pregnant woman of middle years. The child did not survive.