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June 8 - June 14, 2020
The Urgals had their own name for the peak: Ungvek. When Eragon asked them what it meant, they claimed it was Strong-Headed. But he wasn’t so sure.
Probs means big dick energy 😂
whuffed,
Sometimes it was easier to fight a battle than to figure out how to deal with the more mundane details of life.
Eragon hesitated as he considered the offer. How long will it take? As long as is required, youngling, said Umaroth. 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.
Essie looked at him, curious. “Where are you from?” she asked. “A long, long way from here.” “In the south?” “Yes, in the south.” She kicked her feet against the chair. “What’s it like there?” If she was going to run away, she ought to know what to expect. Tornac inhaled slowly and tilted his head back so he was gazing at the ceiling. “It depends where you go. There are hot places and cold places, and places where the wind never stops blowing. Forests seemingly without end. Caves that burrow into the deepest parts of the earth, and plains full of vast herds of red deer.” “Are there monsters?”
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CHAPTER V On the Nature of Stars
Excellent chapter name
Many have deemed me a frivolous person, and that is just as I like it.
Do you wish to poke and pry, to see and know, to taste my soul? I am no capering child.
The truth rarely lies in the middle, somewhere between two opposing viewpoints. In my experience, it is far more likely to be found a good deal above and to the left of the apparent, much-proclaimed “truths.”
Strive for wisdom! Or at least a decrease in idiocy.
All the gold in the world is worthless if you are wandering in an endless desert without a supply of water.
Elva just stared, a wise conversational technique that I recommend in a great many situations.
And what people think they understand, they think they can control.”
“Fine. But I still think you are lying. They’ve planned for every possible way out of here.” But not, I thought, the impossible ways.
“You monstrous…thing! You can’t break something and mend it a moment later with pretty words. Broken things stay broken. Wounds heal into scars, not skin.
Jurgencarmeitder.
hove
Past tense of heave?
Ilgra sat in a shadowed corner of the hall, chewing on her silence while the circle of old dams, the Herndall, debated what best to do.
But Nalvog had failed in his attempt and, shamed, exiled himself from the valley. Since then, he had been seen no more.
Sounds like someone waiting in the wings to provide last minute aid.
Ilgra felt the grey leach of hopelessness,
Unbelieving, Ilgra crawled out of her burrow. None of the clan had been hurt, and the animals they had lost were not enough to starve them. The Herndall consulted, and then Elgha nodded and said, “This we can endure.” And so it was. Enduring was not to Ilgra’s taste, nor to any of the Skgaro’s, but it was better than being eaten.
Ilgra took a breath. Then she vaulted over the slab and ran headlong toward the dragon, spear held high. Three quick steps, and she drove her weapon toward the narrow slit of Vêrmund’s sleeping eye. The dragon blinked. With a loud ping, the blade of the spear shattered against Vêrmund’s scaled lid, and the haft bounced back in Ilgra’s hands, numbing her palms.
😨
and it was only with much wrestling and shouting that they reached a compromise that dissatisfied them both—this being the hallmark of all good compromises.
There is no glory in fighting the inevitable.
Just because something was did not mean it should always be.
With a start, Ilgra returned to herself. Convulsions of panic seized her heart. Time was short; if she did not act now, all would be lost. They might finally be rid of Vêrmund, but in his place they would be left with the Nrech, and the Nrech had not the restraint of the dragon. They would kill every one of the Skgaro and make a nest of their bones upon the crest of Kulkaras. This she knew from the stories.
Now she has 2 enemies she needs to draw into her trap.
He staggered forward, each crashing step causing Ilgra to lose her balance and snow to fall in sifting veils from the silent trees.
Crashing steps that cause snow to fall from tree in sifting veils 👏
weirding
Etmology of weird?
she would drink to the dregs each day and worry not what fate might bring.
Happiness, Eragon had decided, was a fleeting, futile thing to pursue. Contentment, on the other hand, was a far more worthwhile goal.
Plus, I finally proved to myself that I could turn out a book that was shorter than 500 pages. Success!
😂
Track Changes.
Software?
cruciverbalist
John Jude Palencar, who painted the amazing cover.
