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	Q & A	hace 167 días
	Mike Macauley: Hello Christopher! Thanks for taking the time to answer our questions! For those who don't know, we'll be doing this once a month toward the end of the month for the foreseeable future (or until we run out of questions!). We received over 200 total entries with the amount of questions coming in at close to 1000! Christopher Paolini: Wow! That's a lot of questions. Mike: Let's jump right in. The first question: ShadeKing (among many others) asks: Is it possible that we'll see a chapter written in Murtagh's point of view? Keeping with the POV theme, Jack asked: Will we be reading through Saphira's point of view again in the books or was that exclusive to Brisingr? Christopher: Anything is possible. I will be switching points of view in Book Four, as I did in Brisingr and Eldest. When possible, I try to write from Eragon's point of view, since he's the main character, but if he can't be present at some event, I use Saphira's POV, and if she's absent, Roran's, then Nasuada's, and so forth. Mike: Great! Saphira's POV was a really great addition to Brisingr. Christopher: Glad you enjoyed it. Mike: We had lots of Eldunarí questions this time around. Gilderien asks: Will an Eldunarí from a young dragon grow along with the dragon, or will it remain the same as when it was coughed up? Keeping with the Eldunarí theme, Inheripotterfreakish asks: What is the plural of Eldunarí? Christopher: The plural of "Eldunarí" is, in keeping with the rules of the ancient language, "Eldunarya". Christopher: As for whether an Eldunarí will continue to grow after being disgorged: no. And that's another reason why dragons were reluctant to give up their heart of hearts while they were still young, before they had achieved the main part of their growth. Mike: After the way it was explained in the book, giving up your Eldunarí sounded like it's a scary decision to make. Look what happened to all of those who at one point did so and are now an unwilling source of a lot of Galbatorix's evil. Christopher: Yes. This is a subject that I will be exploring in greater depth in the next book. Mike: We're all looking forward to it. It was a great twist! Christopher: Thank you. I've had the idea for the Eldunarí since the very beginning of the series. It was frustrating knowing about them but not being able to talk about the heart of hearts for almost ten years. Mike: Funny how it's gone from the one thing you were burning to write about for ten years to the biggest discussion surrounding the books! Here's out next question - FlaimBroyld (among many others) asks: Going back to when Eragon and Saphira coaxed the Menoa tree into giving them the Brightsteel – does the momentary pain in Eragon's stomach have anything (or everything) to do with what the Menoa tree wanted from them? Christopher: Whatever the Menoa tree did or didn't do, her plans are as long, intricate, and slow-moving as her consciousness. Mike: Tricky answer! That'll have us all thinking for sure. Christopher: Mike: We had a lot of attention given to Brom in this round of questions. Unfortunately I was only able to pick a few questions but this one really stuck out - Gilderien asks: How did Brom defeat Morzan and his dragon? Were there other factors to Brom's success than his quick thinking? Did he have help from his friends' dragons' Eldunarí? Could his sword, Undbitr, play any role in Book 4? Christopher: Brom was a formidable opponent, due to his long study of fighting, both physical and magical. We didn't see as much of him in the first book as I would have liked, but if Eragon were to spar with him now, he would still lose. Brom was good. It's not that he was stronger than everyone else, or faster, but that he studied how his enemies thought and behaved and then exploited their weaknesses. As for his various fights with the Forsworn, including Morzan and his dragon, I can't do justice to them here. I would need to write an entire book about Brom to really explain how and why he prevailed over all but the Ra'zac. Undbitr was lost during the fall of the Riders, and, as far as Eragon knows, no one in Alagaësia has found it. Mike: Interesting! Mike: Faolins (among many others) asks: Eragon is Brom's son and both were Riders; Murtagh is Morzan's son and both were dragon Riders. Is it common for a Rider's child to become a Rider as well? Christopher: It wasn't that common. Eragon and Murtagh are both fairly exceptional. Dragons like symmetry and balance, and they have a strong sense of poetic justice. Choosing the son of the first Forsworn (Morzan) and the son of Morzan's greatest enemy (Brom) would have appealed to them a great deal. It may not have been a conscious decision on the part of the baby dragons, but after being around Galbatorix and the Varden for so long, Thorn and Saphira would have acquired a strong, if general, understanding of the most important happenings in the land. This is also why Saphira sometimes seems older than she appears. Mike: Shouldn't Thorn have known the consequences of choosing Murtagh as his Rider? Christopher: After over a hundred years as Galbatorix's captive, I think that Thorn would have been overjoyed to finally come into contact with someone, anyone, who had a spark of honor and decency in him. Because, whatever else you might say about him, Murtagh, didn't willingly choose to serve Galbatorix. Mike: I suppose not, but even if it wasn't his intent, Thorn hatching for Murtagh has really played right into Galbatorix's hands (as far as we know, anyway). Christopher: As far as we know. Christopher: Also, Thorn was sick of just waiting in his egg for so long. Mike: Can't say I'd blame him! Christopher: He wanted to do something! Mike: I really liked this next question... it's definitely one that made me think! Gilderienthewise asks: In Eldest, shortly after the Blood-oath Celebration, Eragon wondered if Oromis resented the fact that the magic exacted the night before did not heal his wounds. Although Eragon "discounted the thought," thinking that "Oromis would never be so petty," how did Oromis actually feel? Christopher: Oromis might have felt a twinge of resentment, but he had already made peace with his condition. Moreover, he would have agreed with the dragons that healing Eragon and giving him the strength of an elf was the best thing to do, given the ongoing struggle against Galbatorix. If the dragons had healed Oromis instead, Eragon wouldn't have been able to fight for the Varden, because of the pain from his back, whereas Oromis could still be of some use in battle, even with his disability. Mike: And there was simply no way for the both of them to be healed? Christopher: To expect two such miracles at once is unrealistic. Also, the dragons don't always have control of their own magic. They did what they could for Eragon, but it was Eragon, not Oromis, who inspired them to cast the spell they did. I'm sure that they would have helped Oromis if they could have. Mike: All.Hail.Emperor.Murtagh asks: How can the sapphire in Aren contain so much energy? It was stated in Eldest that the perfect diamonds on the Belt of Beloth the Wise would be saturated after only several days of being given energy. How can one jewel hold so much? Christopher: Ah, this is something that I actually discussed in Brisingr, but the section got cut during the editing process. I'm hoping to include it in Book Four instead. Suffice it to say, Aren was crafted by one of the elves' greatest artisans and is a unique and highly valuable artifact. Mike: Well that officially kills one of my bigger theories! Christopher: Which was? Christopher: Oh, I remember. Mike: That Brom's ring was Saphira's Eldunarí. Christopher: If it was, Eragon would have sensed that Saphira's consciousness when he reached into the jewel and saw the vast amount of energy stored therein. Mike: That makes sense. Mike: Last question - Guest123 asks: Have half-elves (human/elves or otherwise) ever existed? If so, do any exist now? Christopher: They have existed, although most weren't able to have children of their own. As for whether any exist now . . . let's just say that if they do, they would have become very, very skilled at blending in with whatever race (elves or humans) they had chosen to live among. Half-elves, half-humans have much-extended life spans, but they aren't immortal like full-blooded elves. Mike: Interesting answer! Christopher: Mike: That's all for this round of questions! Thanks for taking everyone's questions this month and thank you to everyone who submitted questions! We'll see you again next month! Christopher: I'm looking forward to it. This was fun! Thanks to everyone for such interesting questions. And as Eragon would say, "May your swords stay sharp!"
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	Newsletter	hace 167 días
	By now you may have heard the exciting news. Over the past few months, in addition to writing Book Four, I've been helping Random House and Templar Publishing produce a companion book to the Inheritance cycle. It's called Eragon's Guide to Alagaësia and is an illustrated tour of the most interesting peoples, places, and things of Eragon's world. Eragon narrates the book himself, and if you pay close attention to what he says, you might catch a few hints about where the series is headed. The art is by Fred Gambino, Larry McDougal, Ian Millar, and David Wyatt. (I also contributed a few sketches myself.) Each artist brought something different to the book—their styles vary widely—which means that you will get to see four distinct visions of Alagaësia. After working on the Inheritance cycle for over ten years, I'm delighted to finally be able to share with you images of some of the things I've imagined for so long: the Beor Mountains, Tronjheim in Farthen Dûr, the elves' buildings in Ellesméra, the Urgals, the dwarves, and much more. The book is also filled with fold-out pamphlets, maps, diagrams, letters, and other intriguing odds and ends, such as a patch of simulated dragon skin. I hope you will have as much fun reading Eragon's Guide to Alagaësia as I did writing it. (Just wait until you see the werecat!) Like every other book I've worked on, it was insanely complicated and faced some incredibly tight deadlines, but it was one of the most rewarding projects I've been involved in. I really enjoyed having the chance to write a book as if I were Eragon; to draw glyphs from the elves' writing system, the Liduen Kvaedhí (including the glyph for Brisingr!); to do a pen-and-ink portrait of Galbatorix; and, above all else, to see the artists bring the world of Alagaësia to life. I should mention that everyone involved in Eragon's Guide to Alagaësia was amazing, from my editor Michelle to the wonderful folks at Templar. Thank you all! On a more personal note, I've been having a blast with Book Four. Not too long ago, I finished a large and important chunk of the story, which made me feel all warm and fuzzy, and now things are hopping with Eragon & Co. I don't want to spoil the story for you, but here's a little teaser: The chapter I just completed is titled Brains! And no, there aren't any zombies in the book, unfortunately. Mmm, brains . . . May your swords stay sharp! Christopher Paolini
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	new CP newslwtter	hace 247 días
	Kvetha Fricäya! Greetings, Friends! I’ve been busy working on a number of projects: first and foremost has been Book Four. I don’t want to give away too much, but what I’ve been writing involves a flaming spear, a duel to the death, magic, elves, and werecats. Fun stuff! I’ve also been drawing Glaedr’s eye and editing deleted scenes for the deluxe edition of Brisingr that will be coming out later this year. It’s strange to finally be working on the final installment in the series. After so many years spent thinking about this world and these characters, I sometimes find it hard to believe that I’ll be saying goodbye to them before too long. Still, it gives me an enormous sense of satisfaction to write out scenes that I’ve been envisioning for over a decade now, and I can’t wait for you to be able to experience them as well. The weather here in Montana has been spectacular, alternating between ferocious, whirling blizzards that fill the valley with large, heavy snowflakes, and brilliant, sunny days, such as this one. Right now, a purple shelf of clouds hangs low over the Beartooth Mountains, while rays of pale sunlight slant underneath, illuminating the tan foothills and the dazzling, snowcapped peaks. Living here is a wonderful gift for me as a fantasy writer. If ever I need inspiration, I just look out my window at the landscape, and I feel as much awe and wonder as if I were looking at a dragon. A very nice reader sent me a quill pen recently, which I write with occasionally. I had never used a quill pen before, so I was surprised by how much ink it can hold; with a single dip I can write a paragraph at least as long as the longest one in this newsletter. Pretty amazing! The only problem with quills is that you have to sharpen and reshape the tip every now and then, and eventually they wear away completely. In these challenging times, it’s important to keep a sense of humor, so I leave you with this joke: Why is it so hard to get a Dragon Rider to listen to you? . . . Because his head is always in the clouds! Oh that’s bad. Anyway, I hope this finds you and your family well. And may your swords stay sharp! Christopher Paolini
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	New Alagaesia Newsletter From CP	hace 357 días
	I just returned home from book tour a few days ago. This was one of the most enjoyable tours I’ve been on. Everyone I met was excited about the Inheritance cycle, the booksellers were incredibly supportive, and the events themselves were lots of fun. A big thank you to everyone who made this possible! So many interesting things happened on the tour, it’s hard to know where to start. At one event, a boy gave me an elaborate board game that he made using a color version of my map of Alagaësia. In Toronto, I met a man who had a large (seven or eight inches long) tattoo of Saphira on his upper arm, along with the word for fate—wyrda—in the ancient language. A very nice couple flew to my event in Miami all the way from London. And when I was in Chicago, a woman came through the signing line with a sugar glider in her arms. A sugar glider is a small marsupial, somewhat like a flying squirrel. It was such a beautiful, intelligent-looking animal, I couldn’t help asking if I could pet it. When the woman agreed, I held out my hand to let the sugar glider smell it, at which point, it wrapped its sharp little claws around my forefinger and, ever so delicately, began to gnaw on me, drawing blood. I didn’t really mind, but the animal’s owner was mortified. After apologizing, she said that the sugar glider would only bite things it thought tasted good. I suppose I’ll take that as a compliment. Besides, it’s not every day I get bitten by a marsupial at a book signing! A number of bookstores arranged to have demonstrations of swordsmanship or other medieval-style performances, such as fortune-telling or singing. Very cool. Every time I saw the reenactors, I wanted to grab a sword and spar with them. In retrospect, I suppose it’s better I didn’t; I doubt anyone would have been happy with me if I had broken a finger or two before a signing. The most exciting part of the tour, however, was getting to meet so many fans of the Inheritance cycle. It’s easy for me to forget, given that I spend so much time hunched over my computer, how enthusiastic my readers are. I was fascinated to hear what part of Brisingr each person found most interesting. And I was humbled when three different families told me they had given their children names from Alagaësia: two girls were named Arya, and one boy was given the middle name of Daret. I hope the names serve them well. And now I’m home. After all the excitement, and the early mornings and late nights, I’m ready to settle back into my routine and write Book Four. First, though, I’m doing two drawings for the deluxe edition of Brisingr that will come out next year. The deluxe edition will also contain deleted scenes from Brisingr, which I think you will enjoy. Once again, thank you all for coming to the signings. I hope you enjoyed yourselves as much as I did. And to everyone who stood in line, I salute your dedication! Now, let’s see. Where was I in Book Four before I left on tour? Ah yes, and . . . Eragon shouted and leaped forward just as— Until next time . . . May your swords stay sharp! Christopher Paolini
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	Interview With Christopher Paolini	hace 498 días
	Q. If a person makes a vow in the ancient language, what are the possible ways to break it? Can the person they vowed to give them permission to break the vow? A. If you make a vow in the ancient language, the power of the language will compel you to fulfill your oath, whatever it might be, which is one reason elves and spellcasters must choose their words with such care. That’s not to say some flexibility isn’t allowed, however. If Arya said in the ancient language, “I hate Durza,” it would simply be a statement of fact, and if her feelings changed, she could then say, “I do not hate Durza.” Even if she said, “I will always hate Durza,” at a later time, she could still say, “I do not hate Durza,” since both statements would be true from her point of view at the moment when she uttered them, which is all that matters when speaking the ancient language. But... if she swore that she would always hate Durza, then her oath would bind her forevermore. Once someone formally gives their word in the ancient language, they cannot go back on their promise so long as who they are still exists. If the oath you swear is to another person—such as Murtagh’s oaths to Galbatorix—that person can release you from their obligations if they so wish. Brisingr contains more information about how one can or cannot free themselves from a promise in the ancient language. Q. If one believes something is true, but it actually is not true, can they still voice it in the ancient language? A. Yes, if you believe something is true, then you can say it in the ancient language. It’s entirely possible to write things you know are false in Elvish, but no one will be able to read them out loud. Q. About how many strong human men (like Horst) does it take to equal Eragon's new strength? A. Eragon is as strong as a very fit elf. I’d rather not quantify his abilities any more than that at the moment. Q. What other colors do dragons come in? A. Every color. Usually the colors are solids, with lighter shading on the wings and undersides. There are no striped or polka-dotted dragons. Q. If you could have lunch with five Inheritance characters, which ones would they be? A. Eragon, Arya, Saphira, Brom, and Nasuada. Q. Of all the trials and tribulations Eragon and Saphira have encountered so far, which would you suppose is the most significant in the course of their destiny? A. All were necessary for them to become who they needed to become. From Eragon’s point of view, the most important event was the moment he chose to take Saphira’s egg home with him, as everything else in the Inheritance cycle has transpired from this. Q. Is there a storyline in Brisingr following Murtagh's point of view, or is his story all seen from Eragon's POV? A. I’ll leave that for readers to discover. However, I will say that you’ll have the opportunity to experience Saphira’s point of view on several occasions in Brisingr. It was challenging to depict scenes from the standpoint of a dragon, but I had a blast doing it. Saphira really is a wonderful character to write; she has so many interesting thoughts and opinions. Q. Is there a possibility that Selena is still alive, and could she possible be dwelling within the Spine...where dragons might exist? A. No comment. Q. Does Shruikan feel bonded to Galbatorix, does he want to escape? A. Galbatorix and Shruikan do not share the traditional dragon–Rider bond. Galbatorix forced Shruikan to serve him through various spells and mental tricks. Their relationship is a mockery of the one Eragon and Saphira share. What Shruikan may or may not feel about his lot in life, however, has yet to be discussed within the series. Q. Is Isidar Mithrim more important than it currently seems? A. Possibly. Q. Are the grey folk still in existence? Will they intervene in the story? A. They no longer exist, although their descendants may. Other than that, no comment. Q. Prior to contact with elves, did dwarves have any significant magic powers, or did they at least know about its existence? A. Dwarves did know about magic before the elves came to Alagaësia—magic is a fundamental property of the world of Alagaësia, just like heat or electricity—although their grasp of it has never been as sophisticated as the elves’, partly because the elves use the ancient language as their native tongue, which no other race does. Q. If you had known when you started the process of writing your story that it would be four books instead of three, would you have changed anything in Eragon or Eldest? A. No. I’ve always told the story the way I wanted to. The size of the plot in this last book just turned out to be larger than I anticipated. Q. Did the dragons have a language that they spoke before they knew how to speak in the ancient language? A. Dragons never developed a language of their own, which is one reason the elves had such difficulty communicating with them when the two races first encountered each other. The dragons spoke to each other using a series of interconnected impressions—images, feelings, sounds, smells. An example of this is when, in Eldest, Glaedr conveys to Eragon and Saphira the unpronounceable name of the dragon who helped form the bond between the elves and dragons. Q. Are there such things as good Shades? A. No. The only spirits who would seek to seize control of a human body would be those who were so enraged at being summoned, they wanted nothing more than to wreak havoc on the material world. Q. Does it make it harder to write when you know that so many people know the story, as compared to when you were only writing for yourself? A. Every book is difficult to write in its own way. I’m certainly aware of the large readership the series has acquired, but all I try to do is tell the story as best as I can. I probably spend more time than I did before on all the little details, trying to make sure they’re consistent, but other than that, I really haven’t changed my approach to writing. Q. Why didn’t Eragon drain energy from his enemies during the last battle? That could refresh him once he was tired and also kill them, as that was his objective. A. 1. Many of the soldiers were protected by wards that prevented Eragon or any other spellcaster from killing them all with a single spell. This is one reason Eragon spent a large part of the Battle of the Burning Plains hunting Galbatorix’s magicians, who were protecting the soldiers. 2. Unless Eragon takes great care, it’s very easy for him to draw energy from all of the living beings around him, including those he would not want to harm, such as friends, family, allies, etc. He has to make a conscious effort to restrict his efforts to a specific target, which is difficult to do amid the confusion of battle. (Keep in mind, this is also a new skill for Eragon. He’s yet to really master it.) 3. The spell is an inefficient way to kill large numbers of enemies. It takes a relatively large amount of time to drain a person of energy compared with just lopping off their head or, if they’re unshielded by magic, casting a death spell. 4. Eragon has yet to really encounter this limitation in the series, but his body can only absorb a certain amount of energy before his flesh becomes saturated. At most, Eragon could probably assimilate the energy from between five and ten warriors, depending on their state of exhaustion. Even if Eragon channeled the excess energy into Saphira or into the gems in his belt and the pommel of Zar’roc (since this was before Murtagh stole his sword) he still would not have been able to store all of the energy from the hundreds of soldiers he and Saphira killed on the Burning Plains. Q. The Ra'zac are a truly impressive work of evil, what inspired them? A. Thank you. Beetles and crickets. Q. Will we get to meet King Galbatorix in person in Brisingr? A. No comment. Q. During the war with the Forsworn, did the already limited werecat population suffer casualties and if so, to what degree? A. They did suffer some casualties. We’ll learn more about the werecats in Book Four. Q. Is it possible for the same spirits who formed one Shade that has been killed to form another Shade (after possessing another spellcaster) with the same personality? A. No. The same spirits could form another Shade, but not of their own free will. They would have to be summoned by another spellcaster. And even if they were, the personality of the re-formed Shade would be somewhat different, since a Shade’s character is an amalgam of the spirits’ consciousness with the spellcaster’s. Q. What is the Dwarven name for the Beor Mountains? A. They don’t tell outsiders, so I couldn’t say.
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	Excerpt from Brisingr! (Book 3 of the Inheritance Cycle)	hace 664 días
	"Light and Shadow" (An excerpt from Brisingr, Book 3 of the Inheritance Cycle) Saphira kneaded the soil beneath her feet. Let us be off! Leaving their bags and supplies hanging from the branch of a juniper tree, Eragon and Roran clambered onto Saphira’s back. They wasted no time saddling her; she had worn her tack through the night. The molded leather was warm, almost hot, underneath Eragon. He clutched the neck spike in front of him—to steady himself during sudden changes in direction—while Roran hooked one thick arm around Eragon’s waist and brandished his hammer with the other. A piece of shale cracked under Saphira’s weight as she settled into a low crouch and then, in a single giddy bound, leaped up to the rim of the gulch, where she balanced for a moment before unfolding her massive wings. The thin membranes thrummed as Saphira raised them toward the sky. Vertical, they looked like two translucent blue sails. “Not so tight,” grunted Eragon. “Sorry,” said Roran. He loosened his embrace. Further speech became impossible as Saphira jumped again. When she reached the pinnacle of her jump, she brought her wings down with a mighty whoosh, driving the three of them even higher. With each subsequent flap, they climbed closer to the flat, narrow clouds that extended east to west. As Saphira angled toward Helgrind, Eragon glanced to his left and discovered that, because of their elevation, he could see a broad swath of Leona Lake some miles distant. A thick layer of mist, gray and ghostly in the pre-dawn glow, emanated from the water, as if witchfire burned upon the surface of the liquid. Eragon tried, but even with his hawklike vision, he could not make out the far shore, nor the southern reaches of the Spine beyond, which he regretted. He had not laid eyes upon the mountain range of his childhood since leaving Palancar Valley. To the north stood Dras-Leona, a huge, rambling mass that appeared as a blocky silhouette against the wall of mist that edged its western flank. The one building Eragon could identify was the cathedral where the Ra’zac had attacked him; its flanged spire loomed above the rest of the city, like a barbed spearhead. And somewhere in the landscape that rushed past below, Eragon knew, were the remnants of the campsite where the Ra’zac had mortally wounded Brom. He allowed all of his anger and grief over the events of that day—as well as Garrow’s murder and the destruction of their farm—to surge forth and give him the courage, nay, the desire, to face the Ra’zac in combat. Eragon, said Saphira. Today we need not guard our minds and keep our thoughts secret from one another, do we? Not unless another magician should appear. A fan of golden light flared into existence as the top of the sun crested the horizon. In an instant, the full spectrum of colors enlivened the previously drab world: the mist glowed white, the water became a rich blue, the daubed-mud wall that encircled the center of Dras-Leona revealed its dingy yellow sides, the trees cloaked themselves in every shade of green, and the soil blushed red and orange. Helgrind, however, remained as it always was—black. The mountain of stone rapidly grew larger as they approached. Even from the air, it was intimidating. Diving toward the base of Helgrind, Saphira tilted so far to her left, Eragon and Roran would have fallen if they had not already strapped their legs to the saddle. Then she whipped around the apron of scree and over the altar where the priests of Helgrind observed their ceremonies. The lip of Eragon’s helm caught the wind from her passage and produced a howl that almost deafened him. “Well?” shouted Roran. He could not see in front of them. “The slaves are gone!” A great weight seemed to press Eragon into his seat as Saphira pulled out of her dive and spiraled up around Helgrind, searching for an entrance to the Ra’zac’s hideout. Not even a hole big enough for a woodrat, she declared. She slowed and hung in place before a ridge that connected the third lowest of the four peaks to the prominence above. The jagged buttress magnified the boom produced by each stroke of her wings until it was as loud as a thunderclap. Eragon’s eyes watered as the air pulsed against his skin. A web of white veins adorned the backside of the crags and pillars, where hoarfrost had collected in the cracks that furrowed the rock. Nothing else disturbed the gloom of Helgrind’s inky, windswept ramparts. No trees grew there among the slanting stones, nor shrubs, nor grass, nor moss, nor lichen, nor did eagles dare nest upon the tower’s broken ledges. True to its name, Helgrind was a place of death, and stood cloaked in the razor-sharp, sawtoothed folds of its scarps and clefts like a bony specter risen to haunt the earth. Casting his mind outward, Eragon confirmed the presence of one of the slaves, as well as the two people whom he had discovered imprisoned within Helgrind the previous day, but to his concern, he could not locate the Ra’zac or the Lethrblaka. If they aren’t here, then where? he wondered. Searching again, he noticed something that had eluded him before: a single flower, a gentian, blooming not fifty feet in front of them where, by all rights, there ought to be solid rock. How does it get enough light to live? Saphira answered his question by perching on a crumbling spur several feet to the right. As she did, she lost her balance for a moment and flared her wings to steady herself. Instead of brushing against the bulk of Helgrind, the tip of her right wing dipped into the rock and then back out again. Saphira, did you see that! I did. Leaning forward, Saphira pushed the tip of her snout toward the sheer rock, paused an inch or two away—as if waiting for a trap to spring—then continued her advance. Scale by scale, Saphira’s head slid into Helgrind, until all that was visible of her to Eragon was a neck, torso, and wings. It’s an illusion! exclaimed Saphira. With a surge of her mighty thews, she abandoned the spur and flung the rest of her body after her head. It required every bit of Eragon’s self-control not to cover his face in a desperate bid to protect himself as the crag rushed toward him. An instant later, he found himself looking at a broad, vaulted cave suffused with the warm glow of morning. Saphira’s scales refracted the light, casting thousands of shifting blue flecks across the rock. Twisting around, Eragon saw no wall behind them, only the mouth of the cave and a sweeping view of the landscape beyond. Eragon grimaced. It had never occurred to him that Galbatorix might have hidden the Ra’zac’s lair with magic. Idiot! I have to do better, he thought. Underestimating the king was a sure way to get them all killed. Roran swore and said, “Warn me before you do something like that again.” Hunching forward, Eragon unbuckled his legs from the saddle as he studied their surroundings, alert for any danger. The opening to the cave was an irregular oval, perhaps fifty feet high and sixty feet wide. From there, the chamber expanded to twice that size before ending a good bowshot away in a pile of thick stone slabs that leaned against each other in a confusion of uncertain angles. A mat of powder-gray scratches defaced the floor, evidence of the many times the Lethrblaka had taken off, landed, and walked about thereon. Like mysterious keyholes, five low tunnels pierced the sides of the cave, as did a lancet passageway large enough to accommodate Saphira. Eragon examined the tunnels carefully, but they were pitch-black and appeared vacant, a fact he confirmed with quick thrusts of his mind. Strange, disjointed murmurs echoed from within Helgrind’s innards, suggesting unknown things scurrying about in the dark, and endlessly dripping water. Adding to the chorus of whispers was the steady rise and fall of Saphira’s breathing, which was overloud in the confines of the bare chamber. The most distinctive feature of the cavern, however, was the mixture of odors that pervaded it. The smell of cold stone dominated, but underneath it, Eragon discerned whiffs of damp and mold and something far worse: the sickly-sweet fetor of rotting meat. Undoing the last few straps, Eragon swung his right leg over Saphira’s spine, so he was sitting sidesaddle, and prepared to jump off her back. Roran did the same on the opposite side. Before he released his hold, Eragon heard, amid the many rustlings that teased his ear, a score of simultaneous clicks, as if someone had struck the rock with a collection of hammers. The sound repeated itself a half-second later. He looked in the direction of the noise, as did Saphira. A huge, twisted shape hurtled out of the lancet passageway. Eyes black, bulging, rimless. A beak seven feet long. Batlike wings. The torso naked, hairless, rippling with muscle. Claws like iron spikes. Saphira lurched as she tried to evade the Lethrblaka, but to no avail. The creature crashed into her right side with what felt to Eragon like the strength and fury of an avalanche. What exactly happened next, he knew not, for the impact sent him tumbling through space without so much as a half-formed thought in his jumbled brain. His blind flight ended as abruptly as it began when something hard and flat rammed against the back of him, and he dropped to the floor, banging his head a second time. That last collision drove the remaining air clean out of Eragon’s lungs. Stunned, he lay curled on his side, gasping and struggling to regain a semblance of control over his unresponsive limbs. Eragon! cried Saphira.
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	Bringisr release dates!	hace 664 días
	Australia: September 21, 2008 Czech Republic: November 11, 2008 Denmark: November 15, 2008 England: September 20 or 21, 2008 Estonia: February 2009 Finland: Spring 2009 France: Spring 2009 Germany: September 29, 2008 Greece: November 2009 Holland: November 2008 Hungary: Spring 2009 Iceland: November 2008 Indonesia: December 2008 Italy: October 2008 Norway: May 2009 Poland: December 2008 Romania: November 2008 Serbia: December 15, 2008 Slovakia: November 11, 2008 Spain: end of October/beginning of November 2008 Spain (Catalan): end of October/beginning of November 2008 Sweden: November 2008 or January 2009, depending on the translation time. Turkey: October 2008 Ukraine: Spring 2009 (the release date for england is also the release date for ireland)
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	Eragon sites	hace 664 días
	some good eragon sites are: Alagaesia | www.alagaesia.com Shur'tugal | www.shurtugal.com Dragon Riders | www.dragonriders.co.uk Du Shur'tugals | www.dushurtugals.com Inheritance Forums | www.inheritanceforums.com Saphira Forums | www.saphiraforums.com they have lots of infoo so take a look at them
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