The Fork, the Witch, and the Worm (Tales from Alagaësia, #1)

by Christopher Paolini

“Because a scar means you survived. It means you’re tough and hard to kill.

“Are there monsters?” she asked. “Of course,” he said, returning his gaze to her. “There are always monsters. Some of them even look like humans….I

truncheon

Staff or baton that is a signal of authority

jerkin

Sleeveless jacket

May Mister Stabby always bring you good fortune.”

pennant

Flag

dotage,

Elderly years

“Why, all of them, of course. My faith is not so narrow as to be restricted to a single set of deities.”

Strive for wisdom! Or at least a decrease in idiocy.

“My, you have grown wise in your old age.” “Not really. I’m just trying to avoid making the same mistakes as before.” “One could argue that is the definition of wisdom.”

weirding

hove

Plast tense of heave

Herndall

old dams of clan

unguent

Vaseline

gloaming

Twilight

spoor

Scent of animal

And Ilgra crossed her arms and glared at the distant dragon. That he felt possessive of his private foodstocks did nothing to lessen her hate.

It is head-sickness. It is dogbite fever.

auguries

Omens

Jurgencarmeitder—Dragon Rider