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Robert Jordan – Essay


     Robert Jordan was born in Charleston, South Carolina in 1948.  At the age of four he taught himself to read, with the help of his twelve year older brother.  He is a graduate of the Citadel with a degree in physics and served two tours in Vietnam with the U.S. Army.  He was decorated with the Distinguished Flying Cross, the Bronze Star with “V”; and two Vietnamese Crosses of Gallantry.

     Robert Jordan is a history buff who has also written dance and theater criticism.  He currently lives in Charleston, South Carolina with his wife Harriet.; and the indoor sports of chess and pool.  He has been writing since 1977 and vows to keep writing until his coffin is nailed shut.

     Robert Jordan writes mainly fantasy and science fiction novels.  The main theme that runs through these books is about fate.  The stories in these books is usually dealing with someone's struggle against oppression or some other evil.

     He is best known for his series of books entitled The Wheel of Time, which he is still working on.  He has written four books so far in this series and several have been on the New York Times Bestseller List.  Some of his books include:

     The Wheel of Time Series:                         Conan the Destroyer
     The Eye of the World                                  Conan the Defender
     The Great Hunt                                           Conan the Invincible
     The Dragon Reborn                                    Conan the Magnificent
     The Shadow Rising                                     Conan the Triumphant

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