Murtagh (The Inheritance Cycle #5)

by Christopher Paolini

the fish would throw themselves onto the decks of the boats, driven to insanity by the intensity of their spawning urge. There was a lesson in that, he felt.

Murtgh says horny bad

twelvemonth.

They've already said year in this book

He put a hand on Thorn’s cheek then, and opened his mind as much as he could to the dragon’s inner eye. Look, he said, and let Thorn feel the fullness of his heart.

Aww, being good makes his heart full

And he kicked dogs, which Murtagh disapproved of.

As one should

The thinner he was, the less reserves he had for spells when the need arose. The magicians with the most raw power were always the heaviest.

PLEASE LET ME HAVE A MORALLY GOOD FAT MAGICIAN CHARACTER SOON

“Ílf adurna fïthren, sving raehta.” Or, in rough translation, If water touches, turn right.

Baby's first coding

and the spell Murtagh used to hide Thorn from prying eyes did nothing to conceal the sound of his wings or the feel of their minds.

This is a very mid hiding spell

And it often itched or tingled when there was danger nearby.

Spidey senses

A bony, dolorous face hung before him. Sideways pupils rimmed with dirty gold, cruel, inhuman; a profusion of black and white bristles; grasping lips searching like blind worms for food; splayed, flat-topped teeth yellowed around the bases, grinding, gnashing, snapping only inches from his cheek; breath like a putrid pond. Murtagh recoiled. The face was a terrifying, uncaring hunger set to devour the world. The yellowed teeth closed on his hand again, hard and painful. Repulsed, Murtagh reacted without thinking and shouted, “Thrysta!” while funneling his strength into the spell.

This turned out to be a goat...

The image of the goat’s open-mouthed face still filled him with revulsion. If he hadn’t woken, he felt sure the beast would have kept eating and eating and eating until it consumed him alive.

More goat slander

Murtagh felt the object sink through flesh and bone, deep into the fish’s armored braincase.

BRAINCASE

Only she was without clothes.

Of course she was

The chamber had been long but narrow, with murder holes cut in the ceiling.

Wtf is a murder hole

He was sore, and tired too, and the fibers of his being were frayed from use.

Wat

No remembering! Rather, he found solace in existence without contemplation.

He does an abnormal amount of remembering, and I don't feel like it's gonna stop

along Thorn’s glittering length

Excuse me

He rubbed Thorn behind one of his neck spikes, and the dragon’s sides vibrated with a low hum of satisfaction.

heh

Alín pursed her lips as she worked the cloth under the tip of a scale.

Just the tip

but for the present, he could no longer tolerate Bachel or the rest of the villagers. Instead, he said to Thorn, I need to move.

You mean leave? Please leave.

The dragon’s scales were raised, like the ruff on a frightened cat.

WHY would dragon scale work like cat fur

Before we leave Nal Gorgoth, though, I want to find out what’s in that cave.

No. Please leave

We should leave before anyone notices. “First the cave.” Thorn snorted in disapproval, and Murtagh gave him a look.

Last the cave. Please leave first and get help.

The movement nearly made him throw up.

Good? You should! You have been eating poison.

Raven not like crow.

Raven very much like crow

not just men but women and…smaller bodies too.

Ok, Anakin

He arched his neck and roared, and a glittering ripple flashed along his sinuous length.

heh

Concerned, he staggered onward.

Clearly not concerned enough

Still, he threw it back,

heh

He snarled. The witch refused to adhere to the only rule of a spellcasters’ duel: which was to not use magic until one had established control over their opponent’s mind.

WHY WOULD SHE IT IS A FIGHT TO THE DEATH

By his knees, Alín moaned, and her eyelids fluttered.

sus

Before his nerve could fail him, he ran forward into black-moist-egg-smell-hole.

Uh... into what? (This is what I'm gonna call the ol lady cavern during my monthly from now on)