Fwiw I'm not a book reader and I agree with your criticism. It felt a little too easy for someone that didn't exist a few episodes ago.Agree, but she shouldn't have even been able to do that. And they could've added a scene where she was sucked into a friend's dream and lost control or something like that to emphasise her inabilities and the dangerousness of the place... anyway, I get it, and am thankful for the show we have, even with the limitations.
Eggy does have kind of a habit of Dunning-Krugering her way forward in the World of Dreams, but fortunately she's nowhere near as Dunning-Kruger-y as the books.As only a show watcher, the impression I get of Egwene is she has substantial natural ability (most powerful channeler in 1000 years - in the tower, anyway), and learns quickly. So she gets taught the basics of Tel‘Aran’Rhiod and picks it up fast with a natural talent for it - but will be quickly outmatched by someone with more experience/skill, as happened with Lanfear. i.e. able to get herself into trouble much quicker than she can get herself out of it.
It will definitely be interesting to see how they deal withThere were times in the books when I thought I'd picked up the BDSM fan fiction version on accident.
For a moment he stared at the lancehead, enough sharp steel to go completely through him, and abruptly he shouted, “No!” It was not at the horseman he shouted.
Out of the night Hopper came, and Perrin was one with the wolf. Hopper, the cub who had watched the eagles soar, and wanted so badly to fly through the sky as the eagles did. The cub who hopped and jumped and leaped until he could leap higher than any other wolf, and who never lost the cub’s yearning to soar through the sky. Out of the night Hopper came and left the ground in a leap, soaring like the eagles. The Whitecloaks had only a moment to begin cursing before Hopper’s jaws closed on the throat of the man with his lance leveled at Perrin. The big wolf’s momentum carried them both off the other side of the horse. Perrin felt the throat crushing, tasted the blood.
Hopper landed lightly, already apart from the man he had killed. Blood matted his fur, his own blood and that of others. A gash down his face crossed the empty socket where his left eye had been. His good eye met Perrin’s two for just an instant. Run, brother! He whirled to leap again, to soar one last time, and a lance pinned him to the earth. A second length of steel thrust through his ribs, driving into the ground under him. Kicking, he snapped at the shafts that held him. To soar.
Pain filled Perrin, and he screamed, a wordless scream that had something of a wolf’s cry in it. Without thinking he leaped forward, still screaming. All thought was gone. The horsemen had bunched too much to be able to use their lances, and the axe was a feather in his hands, one huge wolf’s tooth of steel. Something crashed into his head, and as he fell, he did not know if it was Hopper or himself who died.
“ . . . soar like the eagles.”
Hemingway's six word sad story might have general applicability, but for folks who've read Wheel of Time, all you need isHopper! Bestest boy! So down for seeing him more again in Tel'aran'rhiod.
I know Jordan gets some fair criticism for being wordy, but some passages waterworks are impossible to translate to a screen and vice versa and must be brought out when they come up