Anyways, I got onto the elevator, and the Muzak was like ear splitting torture! And the Flouresent lights were flickering so bad, I thought I was going to fall into an epileptic fit.
The elevator kept going up and down, never stopping at any of the floors, so how was I to get off at the right floor, when I didn't even know where my book was?
Then I remembered the new girl working for the dispatcher(or I least I think shes working forthe dispatcher); she's so stressed out at her desk, half the time she doesn't even know what's going on, I was able to however, get her to call some customers me, and eventually one of them told me (through her) where my book was.
I was able to stop the elevator on the right floor...what a relief.
Anyways, to the chapter.
It's a difficult chapter, and the TOOLAH members must not like the fact that it takes place entirely in LInden's Mind.
What can you say about a chapter that has all of One word of dialoge?
So it begins with Linden et al heading into a ceasure at their own free will.
Let's look at the first line:
Formication: The sensation of ants crawling all over your body. And he uses the word Five more times in the next seven pages.In an instant, formication became the world.
Why?
Well, this is why I love Donaldson's writting, most pepople complained about the usage of that word: formication. It doesn't roll off the tongue very well, and sounds gross. Well I imagine that reading it over and over again was the author's best way to make us feel what Linden and the others were actually feeling. Formication as a word gets into your head and irritates you...just like life inside of a ceasure.
Linden feels that though she is moving onward, she's moving onward in No Time The pain and cold and whiteness and lonliness were unbearable. At one point she notices,
.She could feel the cold stab like a krill through the bullet hole in her shirt
Intereseting choice there. The Krill..something of the Land's past. Is this a reminder that we are travelling through time? Or is it some foreshadowing to what we are going to see in the future?
Both??
Once the initial shock of being inside the formic ceasure wore off, Linden begins to see how time in the Land (really the Land's Earth) is represented:
The raw damaged rocks before her appeared to be chunks of time...They were badly battered, torn from their natiral union with each other by violence or lunacy. Yet they were intact themselves...
So basically, time is damaged. The rocks of the Land's time are being blasted, but they are still there. Damaged; but still there.
Next she sees some mishapen being. Acid like creatures. Beings of the Illearth Stone. The Skest. She remembers them from her Quest to the One tree, how they had served the Lurker of the Sarangrave.
**Note ..more connections to the Lands history here..The skest... the Lurker... the Quest... it's like we're in a time machine or something.**
Then things start to get a little strange. The skest seem like they are serving her. Even though she is ridding through a ceasure on the back of a Ranyhyn, she's also standing among these broken chunks of time, being served by the acid children.
.All simultaneous, overlapping around her and within her as though they occupied the same space at the same time. If the ceasure took other forms as well, they lay beyond the reach of her senses
More insight into the inner workings of a ceasure. She is in more than one place at once...more than one Time at once. She's even more than one Person at once.
She was feeling all of the pain of being in a ceasure, yet she also started to feel a new pain, as she beat her fist against her temple and felt the blood weep down her skull. It's clear to Linden now, the she is seeing things through Joan's eyes, and that Joan is is being Ravered by Turiya Herem.
Goaded by Herem's malice, Joan continued to strike herself, measuring out her despair against her temple. And with each blow, her power lashed out to create Falls, shattering coherent fragments of time until every moment within that fragment was torn apart.
To ease the readers' suffering over the Land's demise, the author adds this little bit of helpfull information:
So the ceasures are bad. Really REALLY bad. But they can be stopped. And though their damage is permanent, they still have a long ways to go before the damage is so great, that there's no point in trying tostop them.Gauged by the scale of Joan's blasts, the wasteland around her was immense. The Earth might endure and suffer for centuries before the damage became irrecoverable
Good News.
Now at this Point, Linden's whole life is trapped in the ceasure, she starts to remember everything..everything bad in her life.
Just like your entire life flashing before your eyes when you're dying..is this a clue that she will die before the end? Or is it just more hints that we are travelling through time?Watching her father's suicide. Imprisoned at Revelstone. Possed by a Raver while Covenant surrendered to Lord Foul.
Both??
Despair began to ravage her.
But of course she could not summon it. She can only use wild magic for things like sewing eharts back together..not for blasting out of time machines.She might spend eternity looking for an escape...Linden needed to do more than simply endure until the ceasure cast her out...She needed to swin against the current...
She needed wil magic
She was not in charge of this things..but she knew who was:
Joan.
Of course..in the past she used Covenant's ring through him. Now she would have to use her/his ring's mate through it's owner.
AS she summoned her companions, she could sense a change not only in the ceasure but in Joan as well. There began a blackness mixed in with the silver argence of Joan's blasts.Riding the force of her own anguish and empathy, Linden turned her heart to the pitch of Joan's madness...Lord Fould preached despair. But Linden Avery the Chosen was not helpless.
One by one, she noticed her companions, and how affected they were by the ceasure.
Anele..he seemed okay.
Liand looked as if his back had been broken.
Stave, was unaffected, while the Ramen were badly affected.
WEll now, turiya is getting deparate, and tries his damndest to get Joan back on track. He multiplied her torment, JOan's power had turned to blackness...and then the ur-viles apeared, and their own blackness filled the whiteness of the ceasure.Stave held himself stolidly erecet, impassove as stone...Mahtiir's gasping sounded like a splash of blood. Pain crippled his cords.
Can I just take a minute here to say ho much I like this image?
In most fantasy, when good is battleing evil, there is a color was, usually of Blue vs Green, or white vs red.
Here, it is black fighting black on a field of white...it makes it kind of difficult to know who really won doesn't it?
Well, the Ranyhyn, as usual, save the day..the now see their destination and are able to trot right through the wall of the ceasure...surging into the teeth of the formication..here the pain is more like hornets rather than ants..Yuck!!
So what do we learn from this Chapter?Then the migrane aura of the Fall parted in either side of her, and she and her companions ran onto solid earth under a bright sky as though they had beem spit out from the belly of Hell's own leviathan.
We learn a little more about how a ceasure works;
We certainly see who is controlling them.
We are reminded of Linden's limits on rousing wild magic on her own.
And as a nice Fellowship of the Ring moment...we see that Linden needs her comapnions for aid...she can no go it alone, even if she wanted to.
All in all, a different sort of chapter, but formically well written and very important to the story.