No imagination. No action. No depth. Poorly chosen conflicts. Narcoleptic sub-plots of evil minor characters, that will be deleted, along with collateral damage from the friendly fire of Jordan's word-processor, later on. No delicious anticipation of meaningful chemistry with the truly nasty. After thousands of pages we have ancephalic stick figures runnning a great confrontation with evil like flat ink stains on paper. Is this all Jordan can come up with in better than 2 years? In his once magical world, passion and fear and honor no longer feed the action and dialog. Why didn't someone at the publishing house ask him why he wrote this insipid book? He will be booed on the street for this. It is a slap in the face of buyers.