Crossroads of Twilight: 10/12 (Wheel of Time, 10)

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In the months of March or September after the equinoxes, both astronomical dawn and astronomical dusk occurs at latitudes less than 67°45' North or South, because in the months of March or September after the equinoxes the Sun’s declination is less than 4°15' from the Equator; Jupiter’s easterly motion of five degrees during December takes into into Aquarius’ territory by mid-month. By the end of the year its observing window has lessened, as from London Jupiter sits 25 degrees up in the south-south-west by the end of civil twilight. Follow the dance of the Galilean moons Civil twilight: between 60°33'43" and 65°43'43" north or south. In the northern hemisphere, this includes the center of Iceland, Finland, Sweden, Norway, Faroe Islands and Shetland Island. In the southern hemisphere this includes parts of the Southern Ocean and the northern tip of the Antarctic Peninsula. When civil twilight lasts all night, this is also referred as a white night.

I owe Robert Jordan so much. Without him, modern fantasy would be bereft of the expansive, deep worlds and the giant casts which I love so dearly. It's not often I can look at another author and say: that person paved my way. But such is exactly the case with Jordan.” —Jenn Lyons, author of The Ruin of Kings This richly detailed fantasy presents fully realized, complex adventure. Recommended." -- Library Journal In one tale, a farmer sent a servant to the colliery to fetch coals. Held up on his errand, he faced returning in the evening. Silky lay in wait at a bridge between Stamfordham and the colliery, sometimes known as Silky’s Brig. Once he reached the middle of the bridge, the horses came to a standstill. The servant didn’t enjoy the prospect of being kept there until sunrise. Thankfully, a servant from a neighbouring farm came upon the unhappy scene. He had rowan wood with him and broke the spell. I owe Robert Jordan so much. Without him, modern fantasy would be bereft of the expansive, deep worlds and the giant casts which I love so dearly. It's not often I can look at another author and say: that person paved my way. But such is exactly the case with Jordan." --Jenn Lyons, author of The Ruin of Kings The story opens with the wind rising in Rhiannon Hills and blowing across the harbor of Ebou Dar just as Mat is taking exit from the Tarasin Palace. He arrives at the city game with a host of Aes Sedai in tow. At the same time, his long and problematic “relationship” with Tuon aka the Daughter of the Nine Moons, commences and takes shape only after he learns that what he assumed was simple discourse is, among the Seanchan people, nothing less than a flat-out proposal of marriage. And thus begins a very long and very strange courtship.But take a stroll through the Castle Garth by twilight. Perhaps you may catch a glimpse of a former resident, going about their business in a shop that disappeared years ago… Would you like to see the Heron Pit for yourself?

Robert Jordan's The Eye of the World proves that there's still plenty of life in the ancient tradition of epic fantasy. Jordan has a powerful vision of good and evil-- but what strikes me as most pleasurable about The Eye of the World is all the fascinating people moving through a rich and interesting world.” — Orson Scott Card Astronomical twilight edit Long exposure of astronomical twilight in a small town in the Mojave Desert Astronomical twilight ( dusk) with a crescent moon, as seen from Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia Still, Silky seemed to catch people’s attention. One story even sees people blaming Silky for a break-in at Belsay Hall in the 1920s! The End of Silky? These are the largest cities of their respective countries where the various twilights can continue through local solar midnight:Robert Jordan's work has been a formative influence and an inspiration for a generation of fantasy writers.” —Brent Weeks, New York Times bestselling author of The Way of Shadows I actually got in touch with English Heritage about the myth, who were incredibly kind and helpful, and they suggest that the ‘crag’ refers to the Crag Wood south of Belsay Hall and that the ‘waterfall’ refers to the outfall from the South Lake nearby. Dr Andrew Hann noted that the Silky story may only date to the 1840s (personal conversation). It would be fascinating to know where Richardson got his information!

They turned it into a museum to house their growing collection. This museum closed in 1959, and it became a bagpipe museum. But the Society still used it as late as 2009, mostly as a library. Histon also reports another tale from the 19th century. A young lady stayed at the hall, and one evening, attended a ball at Newcastle’s Old Assembly Rooms. She met a young man she liked, but when she returned to the hall, she found an old woman in a satin gown sitting in her room. The woman offered a warning that the young lady wouldn’t be so happy if she knew what was in her future. The young woman realised she couldn’t see the old lady reflected in the mirror, at which point the old woman vanished. According to Vanessa Histon, there was a rumour that Silky was a girl who was strangled by her jealous sister. Apparently, she wore a white silk dress as she moved around the hall. In some stories, Silky cared for anyone who was ill, while others painted her as more terrifying, with visitors leaving as soon as possible (2000: 13).The Wheel of Time [is] rapidly becoming the definitive American fantasy saga. It is a fantasy tale seldom equaled and still less often surpassed in English." -- Chicago Sun-Times Mat is puzzled since there doesn't seem to be any kind of search going on for Tuon. He decides though that enough time has gone by that he should be leaving Ebou Dar. So perhaps Silky really is a sprite, and we misinterpret her as a ghost in an era more disposed towards the supernatural than fairies.

I’m sure she misses you as much as you miss her,” Noal said, flashing a gap-toothed smile, and for all the world, he sounded sincere. Maybe he was. He contended that he had seen worse than damane and da’covale, for what that was worth. East Denton Hall became the official residence of the Roman Catholic Bishop of Hexham and Newcastle in 1942. The diocese sold the property in 2020. Is the Silky a ghost or a fairy? Hard to put down for even a moment. A fittingly epic conclusion to a fantasy series that many consider one of the best of all time.” — San Francisco Book Review a b c "The American Practical Navigator" (PDF). FlaterCo. p. 227. Archived from the original (PDF) on 5 December 2021 . Retrieved 15 September 2023. Yet Richardson even mentions this Silky in the 1840s. He describes her as “a sprite” and discusses how she made it impossible for Chirton’s owners to find tenants. It’s not clear how, though he does mention “unearthly noises” (1846: 181). While there would be crossover between a haunting and a noisy fairy, it’s interesting that the two authors present the same figure in two different ways. Indeed, these unearthly noises at Chirton sound a lot like the unexplained noises at East Denton Hall.The Atha’an Miere who got away had taken ships in the harbor for their flight, and while they might have seized some smaller craft, anything they could board and overwhelm in the night, they had intended to carry off as many of their people as possible. With thousands of them laboring as prisoners in the Rahad, that would have meant big ships, by choice, and that meant Seanchan greatships. Many of the Sea Folk’s own vessels were large enough, for certain, but they all had been stripped of their sails and rigging by that time, to be fitted out in the Seanchan fashion. If he could calculate how many greatships remained, he might have some notion of how many Atha’an Miere had actually reached freedom. Freeing the Sea Folk Windfinders had been the right thing to do, the only thing he could do, but aside from the hangings, hundreds and hundreds of bodies had been fished out of the harbor in the last five days, and the Light only knew how many had washed out to sea with the tides. The gravediggers labored from sunup to sundown, and the graveyards were filled with weeping women and children. Men, too. More than a few of those dead had been Atha’an Miere, with no one to weep while they were dumped into mass graves, and he wanted some idea of the number he had saved to balance his bleak suspicions of the number he had killed. Briggs notes the similarity between the fairies and ghosts in the Denton Hall tale. She suggests this may be because ghost stories are more common than fairy stories. Indeed, “[o]ne might be tempted to say that this age is the last in which any traditional fairy anecdotes will be found” (1961: 519).