Author: Author Simon Phillips

The Shadow Rising A Turning Point in the Wheel

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There comes a moment in every long series where the world tilts slightly, where what was once a journey across landscapes becomes a passage into myth itself. For The Wheel of Time, that moment arrives in The Shadow Rising, the fourth volume in Robert Jordan’s vast and labyrinthine saga. It is here the tale begins to unfold on a truly epic scale, uncoiling threads of prophecy, heritage, and power that stretch far beyond the Emond’s Field beginnings we once knew.

A Novel of Expansions and Transformations

Unlike the tightly structured urgency of The Dragon Reborn, this book refuses haste. It broadens rather than barrels forward. Rand, now declared the Dragon Reborn, does not simply charge into battle. Instead, he walks into the heart of the Aiel Waste, into a past carved by blood and fire, and into a people whose history reshapes his own. Jordan uses the Aiel journey to expand his world in the most powerful sense, not by adding more, but by revealing depth. The Waste isn’t just a desert; it’s a crucible for a cultural philosophy built on honour, tradition, and hidden sorrow.

Meanwhile, Perrin returns to the Two Rivers in what remains, for me, one of the most emotionally grounded and satisfying arcs in the series. His struggle is heavy with consequence, defending his homeland, confronting loss, becoming a reluctant leader. It’s no grand adventure; it’s resistance. The quiet strength of Perrin’s arc holds the novel together when the other threads drift toward abstraction.

Mat, of course, is dragged forward by the Pattern with coin in hand and complaint on lip. Yet beneath the bravado, something is stirring. His gift or curse, begins to awaken. And with it, we catch glimpses of a man who will one day command entire armies, whether he likes it or not.

Women of Power and Subtle Shifts

Egwene, Nynaeve, and Elayne continue their arc through Tanchico and Tel’aran’rhiod. It is perhaps the portion of the book that divides readers most. At times, their chapters feel drawn out, yet they contain critical developments. The World of Dreams becomes more than a curiosity. It begins to whisper of control, danger, and deeper truths. Nynaeve’s confrontation with Moghedien is quietly devastating, a clash of raw strength and hidden terror. Jordan doesn’t always balance his multiple arcs evenly, but there is no question he gives the women in this story power, danger, and consequence.

The Great Unfolding

What makes The Shadow Rising remarkable is not a single battle or twist. It’s the slow, deliberate shift in the series’ soul. The world feels older. The scope feels wider. Every major character walks deeper into their identity, shaped less by choice and more by necessity. Prophecy is no longer something quoted by Aes Sedai in candlelit chambers, it lives now, in action and aftermath.

It’s also worth noting that Jordan’s prose here becomes more assured. His digressions are longer, yes, and he tests patience now and again with endless politicking and braid-tugging. Yet his command of tone, setting, and foreshadowing has sharpened. He is no longer just building a world, he’s weaving fate.

Final Thoughts

This isn’t the book I’d recommend to first-time fantasy readers. It demands investment. Yet for those already caught in the turning of the Wheel, The Shadow Rising marks a threshold crossed. From here, the story no longer simply follows characters, it chases legacies. Heroes don’t just act; they echo.

If you’ve ever wondered where The Wheel of Time truly begins to feel legendary, it’s here.

If you’d prefer a more informal deep-dive, with visual breakdowns and unscripted thoughts, I’ve also posted a video review of The Shadow Rising on my YouTube channel.

When Characters Refuse to Obey A Quiet Update from the Writing Desk

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There are days when the words arrive with purpose, unfolding like the tide, steady, inevitable, drawn by unseen moons I never named. And then there are days like this past week, where a single scene becomes something else entirely. Not broken, nor wrong, simply… changed. Unexpected. Alive in a way I had not planned.

I was rewriting a chapter for The Veil of Kings and Gods, one that should have followed the arc I had carefully woven. The notes were there, the pacing mapped, the motivations aligned. Simion was meant to speak. A single line. Firm, measured, final. A rejection. It would have been a turning point of sorts, the moment he chooses distance over duty.

And yet, as I reached that moment, he waited.

Not in defiance. He was simply still. Listening. Watching. And when the words came, they were not rejection, but understanding. A softness I had not intended entered the scene, subtle, unexpected, entirely right. It changed the shape of the moment. It changed him. And through him, the shape of what follows.

This is not the first time a character has shifted beneath my hands. Patrick once delayed a speech for two chapters because his silence held more weight than I had imagined. Elana once turned back when I thought she would walk away. Even Týrnan, who so often walks the edge of fire and certainty, veered off course once to grant mercy where I had written none.

These are not dramatic revisions. They are the quiet revolts, the ones that happen deep in the bones of the work. You do not always see them coming. They’re not betrayals of plan or plot. They are corrections of truth. A character, fully formed, will sometimes remind you that they are no longer yours to shape so easily.

So this is where I am. Still within the final stretch of the book. Still rewriting, refining, listening. Not rushing. Letting the weight of each word find its proper place. Some chapters arrive like stone. Others like river. All must settle before the storm.

Thank you for reading and for walking this strange, shifting path with me.

Until the next.

Prince Patrick: Duty Wears a Crown of Silence

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There are kings born with glory in their blood, and there are those who wear power like a wound.

Prince Patrick of Bremyra is no conqueror carved from legend. He is not the first son, nor the boldest. He did not march off with banners raised and swords drawn like his father and brothers. Instead, he was left behind, to rule in silence, to shoulder a realm not by destiny, but by circumstance.

When King Cedric departed on his expedition, taking with him Patrick’s elder brothers, Aric and Aiden, the third-born prince was not meant to lead. And yet, years have passed, and no word has returned from the expedition’s path. Now the court stirs with unease, and Patrick remains, a regent in all but name.

He governs with quiet endurance. His hands are stained not with blood, but with ink, the endless scrolls of diplomacy, tax levies, marriage negotiations, and royal petitions. Yet there is something deeper behind his golden hair and cool gaze. A weight. A weariness. A knowing look passed only between those who did not ask to carry the realm, but do so anyway.

In the quiet of the library, where the firelight reflects off old treaties and maps, Patrick does not play at king. He studies. He listens. He calculates not in ambition, but in caution. Around him, kingdoms bristle, Arvendral grows restless, Tsunamia watches with silent interest, and suitors press for alliances. Yet the prince offers no bold proclamations. Only silence. Measured decisions. The stillness of a man who understands the cost of speaking too soon.

He is not alone in his burden. His sister, Elana, moves like a shadow alongside him, fierce, articulate, and bound for marriage to secure Bremyra’s position. There is a shared understanding between them: the weight of expectation, the sacrifices they will not name aloud.

And then there is Simion, the magician now bound to Patrick’s court,once a kitchen boy in the same castle where Patrick now rules. A childhood thread, pulled taut by fate.

If Patrick sees more than he says, he does not show it. But one cannot walk long among wolves without learning how to bare their teeth.

He was never meant to wear the mantle of power. Yet power, like silence, often chooses those who do not crave it.

A Return to Midkemia Rereading The Magician

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Some books never really leave you.

Even when they’re tucked on a shelf or buried behind newer titles, their stories linger. A sentence, a scene, a spell you didn’t quite understand the first time, it waits. And then one day, without planning to, you find yourself reaching for that book again.

This week, for what might be the fifth… or sixth time (I’ve honestly lost count), I picked up The Magician by Raymond E. Feist.

It wasn’t for research. It wasn’t for content. It wasn’t even because I had a review planned, though I probably will do one soon.

It was comfort. Familiar. Like slipping into an old cloak that still smells of cold air and campfires.

Not Just a Fantasy Classic, It’s a Personal One

I first read The Magician when I was much younger. I remember being drawn in by the idea of a world that felt so real, yet entirely imagined. There was something alive beneath the pages, something that stretched beyond just Pug’s journey. The kingdoms, the magic, the war between worlds, it planted a seed.

Years later, I can see just how much it shaped my own writing.

The novel I’m currently working on: The Veil of Kings and Gods, owes more than a little to that early inspiration. Not in structure or setting, but in feeling. In that desire to build something layered. Something with blood and dirt and ancient magic still echoing through the stones. Something with characters who don’t always say the right thing, who make mistakes, who grow.

Rereading it now, as someone building their own world and story, hits differently.

I see the gears turning. I notice choices I didn’t catch before, what Feist reveals and withholds. Where he lingers. Where he lets silence speak. And, maybe most of all, I see how much freedom there is in the early pages of a world you’ve only just started to map.

No Pressure, Just Pages

I’ll save the full review for another day. One where I can dig into the structure, the craft, and why this book still holds up decades later.

But for now, this reread has reminded me that sometimes, you don’t need to analyse a book to love it. You don’t need to annotate the margins or write notes on pacing. You just need to sit with it. Let it wash over you again.

Not every read needs to be productive. Some are just for the soul.

What I’m Thinking About Now

Maybe you have a book like that. One you return to when your own pages feel stuck. One that reminds you why you write or why you started writing.

If so, I’d love to hear what it is.

And if you’ve never read The Magician, maybe this is your sign to give it a go. Or to dust it off and re-enter Midkemia for a while.

There’s something magical about going back.

The Line We Rewrite: Why Writers Chase the Truth

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There’s a strange ritual writers go through, quietly, without fanfare. You’ll see us hunched over the same sentence, again and again. A dozen drafts. A dozen moods. One line that just won’t settle.

It’s not about being perfect.

Perfection is cold, clinical. What we’re chasing is something messier. Something truer.

Some days, I’ll write a paragraph and immediately feel it’s wrong. Not because the grammar’s off or the pacing is clumsy, but because it’s lying. Not in a factual way, but in tone, in the shape of the feeling. The line says what happened, but it doesn’t yet say what it meant.

And that’s what rewriting really is: not a polish, but a search.

A search for the shape of truth in fiction.

Writing, at its best, is honest. Even in fantasy, especially in fantasy, we owe the reader something sincere. We build our worlds out of dragons and dead empires, but the emotions are still borrowed from real life. A moment of doubt. A breath held too long. A wound that didn’t heal right.

That’s why we rewrite the same line. That’s why we stare at it in silence. We’re not trying to make it pretty. We’re trying to make it real.

The truth in writing rarely arrives in the first draft. It’s a whisper that grows louder the more you listen. And sometimes, all you can do is sit there, head in hands, blinking at the screen and try again.

One more version. One more breath.

Until the words finally stop pretending.

And the line, at last, becomes itself.

The village doesn’t exist yet but I know it’s there

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It’s just past midnight.

A candle flickers beside me, catching the curl of parchment and the edge of an old teacup. I’m staring at a map no one’s ever seen. A blank patch of woodland sits untouched waiting. Not for a battle or a prophecy. Just a name.

Thronheim. Thornwynde. Djenhara.

Each one arrives with a different weight. A different feeling. As though I’ve stepped into a new season, a different wind stirring the trees. I try one, then another, letting the sound of it sit on the tongue.

Naming a place in a fantasy world isn’t just about the sound. It’s about the history you haven’t written yet. The lives you haven’t met. A name carries the mood of the land, its sorrow, its strength, its story.

And some nights, I can’t move forward until I find the one that fits.

Naming places is like uncovering them

Sometimes it feels less like creating and more like discovering. The name already exists somewhere, I’m just trying to hear it clearly. It might come from a half-remembered dream or an echo of another language. Often it arrives when I’m nowhere near the desk. Walking. Waiting. Listening.

Other times, I sit like this. Quiet. Focused. Letting the world grow through the stillness.

The right name shapes the path ahead. It tells me what kind of people might live there. What kind of secrets the soil might keep. A name like Sahmirra might belong to a place scarred by fire. Solvryn whispers of hidden things in the marsh.

And once I hear it, the true one, I know where to go next.

Behind the scenes of a quiet worldbuilder

This is what fantasy writing really looks like most days. Not sweeping battles or lightning storms of inspiration. Just quiet choices, made in the dark, that slowly build a world.

You don’t always need to rush. Some villages take longer to appear. Some names wait until you’re ready to find them.

If you’d like to see more of how I write these stories, how the world of Ældorra unfolds through maps, short stories, and strange midnight moments, you’re always welcome here.

The Dragon Reborn by Robert Jordan Book Review

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Third in The Wheel of Time Series By Simon J. Phillips

It’s no secret that The Wheel of Time series demands patience. It builds slowly, chapter by chapter, like a tapestry woven in the dark, you don’t always know what the full picture is until you’ve stepped back. But The Dragon Reborn, the third entry in Robert Jordan’s monumental saga, is where that picture finally begins to emerge from the shadows.

This is where the world stops expanding outward and begins folding back in on itself. The stakes rise, the characters deepen, and the mythic weight of Rand al’Thor’s destiny becomes more than prophecy, it becomes reality.

A Shift in Structure, a Strength in Storytelling

Unlike the previous volumes, The Dragon Reborn follows a bold structural shift. Rand, the titular Dragon, is largely absent. And that’s not a weakness, it’s a strength. His presence lingers on every page but it’s Perrin, Mat, Egwene, Nynaeve, Elayne, and others who take centre stage. Jordan challenges the typical ‘chosen one’ narrative by showing us the world reacting to Rand’s ascent rather than merely following in his wake.

It’s in this reaction that the book finds its strength. We feel the weight of prophecy as the pattern tightens. We see the signs, omens, chaos, and political unrest, as nations begin to stir, and the world reshapes itself to accommodate a Dragon Reborn.

Mat Cauthon Awakens

This is the book where Mat comes into his own. Finally freed from the Shadar Logoth dagger, we get our first real glimpse of the roguish, witty, battle-hardened gambler he’s destined to become. His escape from Tar Valon is one of the most thrilling moments in the book, a chaotic run through city streets, dice in the air, and fate at his heels.

Jordan shows incredible restraint here. Mat doesn’t immediately become the legend; he earns it page by page, through struggle and sheer bloody-mindedness. It’s some of the finest character development in the series.

Dreamers, Wolfbrothers, and the Loom of the Pattern

Perrin’s arc continues to evolve, and though his brooding nature can wear thin at times, his growing bond with the wolves adds a haunting edge. It’s here that we begin to sense the vast, spiritual undercurrents of Jordan’s world, dreamwalking: the World of Dreams, and Talents that feel less like magic and more like fate reaching through.

Egwene’s training in the Tower and her own journey through Tel’aran’rhiod offers a parallel to Rand’s, the rise of another kind of power, more subtle but no less dangerous. The female half of the One Power continues to feel richer and more complex than most fantasy series ever attempt, and Jordan does not shy away from making the women in this world powerful, flawed, and capable of true leadership.

The Stone of Tear and the Dragon’s Claim

The climax of The Dragon Reborn erupts in the heart of Tear, a city long resistant to prophecy, and the prophesied site of the Dragon’s rise. Rand enters the Stone of Tear alone, facing off against one of the Forsaken, Be’lal, and ultimately seizing Callandor, the crystalline sword that no man but the Dragon Reborn can touch.

It’s a moment both personal and mythic. Rand doesn’t just fight a Forsaken, he confronts destiny. He steps fully into the role the Pattern has woven for him. The image of Rand holding Callandor, victorious but shaken, marks a seismic shift not just in his arc, but in the world itself. The prophecies are no longer shadows, they’re real, glowing, and deadly sharp.

Final Thoughts

The Dragon Reborn is not a flawless book, it still carries Jordan’s love of travel scenes, internal repetition, and the occasional pacing lull but it’s where The Wheel of Time begins to feel truly alive.

This isn’t just a continuation. It’s a turning. A reshaping. A slow-burning epic beginning to spark.

If you’ve made it through the first two books and weren’t quite convinced, this is the one that might win you over.

You can also watch my companion review video on YouTube if you’d rather hear my full thoughts aloud. It’s linked below.

Let me know in the comments, how did The Dragon Reborn hit you? Did Rand’s absence bother you, or did it make the book stronger

Writing The Veil of Kings and Gods: Where the Story Began

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There was no single spark. The story came slowly, like a breath remembered from long ago, or a half-formed thought whispered through stone. A world shaped by old powers. A realm where kings fear magic, and magicians serve at the edge of thrones.

In the beginning, there was only a boy. He worked the castle kitchens in Bremyra, sweeping floors and scrubbing pans beneath the gaze of guards who barely noticed him. One day, something stirred. It broke through him, unseen, instinctive, and changed the course of his life. The Order of Magicians arrived, and the boy was taken.

He did not shine. While others rose through the ranks with ease, he struggled. There were no accolades, no whispered praises in candlelit halls. His tutors pushed him hard, and he endured. The hours were long. The silence longer. He studied while others excelled, remembered spells long after others had passed their trials.

In time, he left the Academy. There were no citadels calling his name. No grand appointments. His master in the Council intervened, and so he returned, back to the same castle where he once carried bread and carved meat. This time, he came as Advisor. The halls had changed. The faces had not.

That was where the story found its voice.

The world around him unfolded slowly. Whispered tensions in the council chamber. Glances that carried more weight than words. A kingdom balanced on memory and suspicion. Within those stone walls, something deeper began to stir, an echo, perhaps, or a remnant of something long buried.

As I wrote, I did not seek grand battles or sweeping prophecy. I sought something quieter. A man who carried more than others saw. A world that remembered what others had forgotten. Magic that did not burn with spectacle, but pulsed through the earth like a second heartbeat.

The Veil, once unseen, began to lift.

What lies beyond that veil remains hidden, for now. This story, like the world it inhabits, is still becoming. Yet its heart remains the same: a kitchen boy, a crown too close, and a voice that waits beneath the silence.

Why I’m Using AI-Generated Shorts to Grow My YouTube Channel

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There’s a quiet revolution happening behind the scenes of my creative work, one I never thought I’d be part of. It’s powered by AI, and no, it’s not replacing my stories. It’s helping me bring them to life in ways I couldn’t have managed alone.

Like many indie authors, I wear too many hats. I write late at night. I design lore in the gaps between work and family. I film when I can. And while my passion for storytelling runs deep, time is always the enemy. That’s why I’ve started using AI-generated YouTube Shorts to support my channel, not to flood it with junk, but to expand the edges of my creativity.

These Shorts Are Still Me

The scripts are written in my voice. The ideas are mine. The worlds, fantasy and sci-fi alike, are entirely my own. What AI gives me is speed. A way to turn a scene I wrote, a bit of lore, or a behind-the-scenes moment into a 30-second story that lives online, without spending three hours editing.

And that matters, because these Shorts aren’t filler. They’re intentional fragments of my world, each one crafted to give readers and viewers a glimpse into the universes I’m building.

It’s an Experiment in Creativity

I’m not doing this to cheat the system. I’m doing it to see how far I can stretch what it means to be an author in the modern world. To test if AI tools can act not as shortcuts, but as creative amplifiers. Could they help me reach new readers? Could they let me express my lore through new media? Could they keep the fire burning on days I’m too tired to speak into a camera?

So far, the answer feels like yes.

This Channel Will Stay Focused

Let me be clear: I’m not turning my YouTube into a spam machine. Every AI-generated Short I post will stay rooted in the themes of this channel: fantasy lore, writing life, story updates, and creative experiments.

Some Shorts will feature book updates. Others will bring a map to life. A few might explore the deeper questions inside my world, things like prophecy, time, or gods. All of it ties back to the core: my books, my stories, and the journey I’m inviting you to follow.

Join the Experiment

This is all new, and honestly, a little strange. But if you’re curious, about the writing, the stories, or the way AI might shape the future of art, stick around. Subscribe. Share your thoughts. Watch how this channel grows.

Because I’m not just telling a story. I’m learning how to build it in public, and you’re part of that process now.

Is The Great Hunt Better Than The Eye of the World?

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Three years ago, I sat down in front of a camera, unsure of my lighting, unsure of my delivery, but certain of one thing: I needed to talk about The Great Hunt.

I had just finished re-reading it after a long time away from the series, and something about it wouldn’t let go. Not just the pace, the characters, or the sprawling world that Robert Jordan begins to fully stretch open in this second volume, but the feeling that, finally, the Wheel had begun to turn with purpose.

That’s what I tried to capture in that video.
And even now, years later, I still wonder:

Is it the better book?

The Eye of the World : The Necessary Spark

The first book is the beginning of everything, of course it matters.
It introduces Rand, Mat, Perrin. It gives us Emond’s Field, the mysterious Moiraine, the first flight from the Shadow.
But The Eye of the World is also cautious. It mirrors Tolkien in many ways. It plays safe to establish the unfamiliar.

It’s not until The Great Hunt that Jordan stops whispering and starts shouting.

The Great Hunt: The True Opening of the Wheel

This is where the chase begins.
The Horn of Valere. The portal worlds. Selene.
It’s faster, stranger, and far more ambitious. The world suddenly expands, not just in geography but in consequence.

And Rand… Rand begins to become someone you can’t ignore.

When I rewatch that video (yes, it’s still up), I see a younger version of myself trying to articulate this exact turning point. How The Great Hunt didn’t just build on the first, it transformed it.

The Verdict?

If you’re asking me now?
Yes, The Great Hunt is the better book.

But The Eye of the World is the better beginning.

And maybe you need both, the spark and the storm,for the Wheel to turn the way it should.

🎥 Watch the Original Video
If you’d like to see where my mind was back then (lighting quirks and all), the original video is still live on my YouTube channel.

What do you think?
Does The Great Hunt outshine its predecessor or is the charm of The Eye of the World too powerful to beat?

Let me know in the comments, and if you enjoy this kind of reflection, subscribe to the blog. I’ll be revisiting more classic fantasy as I build my own.