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288 pages, ebook
First published December 31, 2018
Oh. My. God. I can't breathe.
The tales contained in this volume are all true, and every one is false. I leave it to the discerning reader to untangle the contrary strands of history...
Restoring the race of dragons, leading the Riders and protecting the Eldunarí were all responsibilities he wanted, welcomed...And yet...Eragon never expected that he would spend so much of his life doing this.Eragon - strongest Dragon Rider in a century, Shadeslayer, defeater of kings - has had his life reduced to an endless stream ofpetty squabbles and paperwork.
As he stopped in front of Elva, she looked p at him with her violet eyes and smiled, wide and sharp-toothed, like a cat before a mouse. "Greetings, Eragon," she said.Angela, themischievous and mayhem-inclinedherbalist, was last seen walking off into the distance with young Elva.
"Amiss?" The herbalist laughed, bright and merry. "No, nothing amiss. You have an overly suspicious mind, Shadeslayer."And, much to Eragon's amusement, Angela brings with her anincomplete and highly dubious autobiographyfor his perusal.
She did not understand magic. She put her trust in bone and muscle, not words and potions.Ilgra, a young urgal, witnessed the utter destruction of home at the claws of one, terrible wild dragon.
...she saw the dragon ravage their farms with fire and claw and the sweep of his jagged tail.Vèrmund, the dragon, sees little difference between friend and foe, between life and death, between Urgal and cattle. And, with barely any effort, he decimates Ilgra's family.
He could life staggering amounts of stone with a word, but he couldn't turn aside death. No one could.Upon the death of her father,Ilgra swears revenge.And she spends years, and years, working her way towards that goal.
Happiness, Eragon had decided, was a fleeting, futile thing to pursue. Contentment, on the other hand, was a far more worthwhile goal.
“Be careful of waiting too long, though, Argetlam. The future belongs to those who seize it.”
“You can’t break something and mend it a moment later with pretty words. Broken things stay broken. Wounds heal into scars, not skin.”
“So you made it all up.”
“No,” she said, giving him a serious look over her flashing needles. “I did not. Even if I had,there are often lessons worth learning in stories. Wouldn’t you agree?”
Sometimes it was easier to fight a battle than to figure out how to deal with the more mundane details of life.
“Or, and this is just a suggestion, you could try to fix the problem instead of running away.”
Many will advise you to dig for the truth, but you must never, never do that. I have dug. I have seen what lies below, and I would not wish that upon the worst of you.
It is so obvious; how could it not be true? But the obvious is often an illusion.
“Some things there are we cannot change. There is no glory in fighting the inevitable. Do you not understand?”
“Abandon your quest for vengeance ere it destroys you.”
None were exempt: not bear nor wolf nor cat nor even the most fearsome of hunters. All fell prey in time. It was not a question ofifbut when.
Worrying about the time is exactly what you need curing of. Does the eagle worry about the length of the day? Does the bear or the deer or the fish in the sea? No. So why should you? Chew what you can and leave the rest for tomorrow.
All matter in the universe is in motion;
all motion is relative.
I know there are many, many things I can’t control.Eragon allowed himself a brief, grim smile.But knowing and doing are two different things.
“A scar is something to admire."
“You’re wrong, it just means you’re broken.”
“But sometimes, if you work very hard, you can mend a break so that it’s stronger than before.”
Strive for wisdom! Or at least a decrease in idiocy.
“People are fragile—poke them here or there and watch them crumble.”
“I do fear,” said Ilgra. “But it does not stop me.”
The span and depth of existence is far greater than anyone can know—not even the oldest dragon or the wisest elf. I have seen more than most, but even that is less than a particle of dust, smaller than the smallest thing, and then smaller still.
“No matter your chosen path, you have my blessing. May the gods grant you good fortune, and may you always be of sharp mind and clear conscience.”