This may seem incredibly predictable to people like CountArach and Ja'chyra and those other members who know the books, but I'm currently re-reading the Wheel of Time books. I haven't yet read the new installment, but seeing as I hadn't read the books in so long I thought I'd re-read the series before I bought the new book. There's a lot of stuff I had forgotten. So far my (newly decided) favourite is the Shadow Rising. Robert Jordan has started to repeat himself a lot in this book, but the plot lines are great:

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Rhuidean and the glimpse of the age of legends is gripping, and the whole concept of a society so bound up in rules of honour and obligation. So proud of themselves, so superior to the 'Lost Ones' and the 'Wetlanders' and yet who by their own rules would be shamed to the core if they knew their history.

A stir ran through the men around Mandein. Most of them liked the Jenn claiming to be Aiel no better than he did. “Why have you called us here?” he demanded, though it burned his tongue to admit being summoned.
Instead of answering, Dermon said, “Why do you not carry a sword?” That brought angry mutters.
“It is forbidden,” Mandein growled. “Even Jenn should know that.”
The clan chiefs chosen because they are humble enough to face it. It's a brilliantly constructed plot.

“Ten thousand Aiel linking arms and singing, trying to remind a madman of who they were and who he had been, trying to turn him with their bodies and a song. Jaric Mondoran killed them. He stood there, staring as though at a puzzle, killing them, and they kept closing their lines and singing. I am told he listened to the last Aiel for almost an hour before destroying him. And then Tzora burned, one huge flame consuming stone and metal and flesh. There is a sheet of glass where the second greatest city in the world once stood.”
“Many people had time to flee, Aes Sedai. The Da’shain earned them time to flee. We are not afraid.”
Her hand tightened painfully in his hair. “The citizens have already fled Paaren Disen, Jonai. Besides, the Da’shain yet have a part yet to play, if Deindre could only see far enough to say what. In any case, I mean to save something here, and that something is you.”
“As you say,” he said reluctantly. “We will care for what you have given into our charge until you want them again.”
“Of course. The things we gave you.” She smiled at him and loosened her grip, smoothing his hair once more before folding her hands. “You will carry the . . . things . . . to safety, Jonai. Keep moving, always moving, until you find a place of safety, where no one can harm you.”
“As you say, Aes Sedai.”
“What of Coumin, Jonai? Has he calmed?”
He did not know any way but to tell her; he would rather have bitten his tongue out. “My father is hiding somewhere in the city. He tried to talk us into . . . resisting. He would not listen, Aes Sedai. He would not listen. He found an old shocklance somewhere, and . . . .” He could not go on. He expected her to be angry, but her eyes glistened with tears.
“Keep the Covenant, Jonai. If the Da’shain lose everything else, see they keep the Way of the Leaf. Promise me.”
“Of course, Aes Sedai,” he said, shocked. The Covenant was the Aiel, and the Aiel were the Covenant; to abandon the Way would be to abandon what they were.

And then of course there's Perrin and Fain's sub plot and the attacks on Emonds Field, also a classic. Corny as hell, but great nonetheless.