PROLOGUE: SHADE OFFEAR Wind howled through the night, carrying a scent that .. Eragon glared at him ‘1 can’t wait until tomorrow, Sloan It’ll be worth your . So we jump right into the plot. I’ll admit it – this is way better than Twishite. We don ‘t get fifty chapters of whining about the weather before the so-called plot starts. Eragon, Prologue: Shade of Fear. We’re not even a word in and already I’ve got problems with Paolini’s writing. Prologues are so unnecessary.
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Frequent Offenders Amelia Atwater-Rhodes. Links To Other Sources of Snark. Recent site activity Scratch edited by satireknight. So we jump right into the plot. I’ll admit it – this is way better than Twishite. We don’t get fifty chapters of whining about the weather before the so-called plot starts. Sragon howled through the night, carrying a scent that would change the world.
That must be some smell, since ordinarily smells aren’t sufficient to change much, except the minds of people considering what restaurant to eat at.
What does it mean, that someone released a smell that kills people? So we’re introduced to the secondary villain of this story: A tall Shade lifted his head and sniffed the air.
He looked human except for his crimson hair and maroon eyes. In other words, dude looked like an anime character. Seriously, why would crimson hair and maroon eyes make him eragonn NOT-human, as opposed to looking like a human who has red hair and eyes? Stop whoever is coming. I suppose this is Paolini’s subtle way of indicating that the Shade is Evilly Evil even on his nicer days. But if you’re really a fearsome evil being, presumably your minions KNOW that to fail is to become Minion Flambe, so it just seems superfluous to point out that they’ll die if they don’t stop the whoevers.
It undermines your aura of evilness. If they resist, kill them. Doesn’t that work so much better? And since no Evil Person of Evilness is complete without some minions, we have They resembled men with bowed legs and thick, brutish arms made for crushing.
A pair of twisted horns grew above their small ears. The monsters hurried into the brush, grunting as they hid. We have ersgon first LOTR ripoff! And I’m pretty sure that no bipedal creature has “arms made for crushing. He remained unnaturally quiet, a long pale sword in his hand. A wire-thin scratch curved down the blade. The weapon was thin enough to slip between a pair of ribs, yet stout enough to hack through the hardest armor.
Etching yes, but not a scratch. A scratch on your sword probably means it’s And I’m pretty sure that to hack through the hardest armor, you’d need a pretty stout read: This seems to be poor planning on the Shade’s part.
If you’re gonna attack people in the middle of the night, it might help to bring somebody who A has good night vision and B eragpn slightly less loudly than prolkgue insomniac mammoth.
An owl screeched, cutting through the silence. No one relaxed until the bird flew past. We’re the prokogue of darkness! We’re scared of owls! He suppressed his distaste—they smelled like fetid meat—and turned away.
They were tools, nothing more. Okay, we get it. Our secondary villain is amoral and evil. On with the plot! The scent must have wafted far ahead of its owners.
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These are officially the smelliest elves in the universe. If you can smell them coming hours and miles in advance, then these elves need some deodorant.
Excited, he lifted a thin lip in a snarl. Do people normally snarl when they’re excited? I personally haven’t seen erahon many. Grin, smirk, hop up and down The tip of his sword moved in small circles.
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It had taken many plots and much pain to bring himself to erafon moment. It would not do to lose control now. Everyone stand to attention, because we have the first hilariously and unintentionally sexual moment in the series!
One of many, many such moments. And this is probably the least sexual and homoerotic of them all. Faint smudges emerged from the darkness and advanced down the trail.
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Three white horses with riders cantered toward the ambush, their heads held high and proud, their coats rippling in the moonlight like liquid silver.
I hope he’s describing the horses, not the riders. And is anyone else getting a big fat Asfaloth vibe here? Run away from the bad bad derivative fantasy!
On the first horse was an elf with pointed ears and elegantly slanted eyebrows. Did he also make the Vulcan hand sign and say “Fascinating” a lot? His build proolgue slim but strong, like a rapier. For the record, rapiers were invented in the s, which is usually beyond the generic fantasy medieval.
Not impossible, but it’s something to note. A sword pressed against his side That sounds painful. The last rider had the same fair face and angled features as the other. He carried a long spear in his right hand and a white dagger at his belt.
Isn’t it a bit inconvenient to carry a long spear during a long-distance ride, especially one-handed? Wouldn’t a slightly less large and more easily stored weapon be a good idea? Between these two rode a raven-haired elven lady, who surveyed her surroundings with poise. They’re supposed to be cantering. You can’t really survey your surroundings if your horse is moving at a fairly moderate pace, no matter how much poise you have.
Her clothes were unadorned, yet her beauty was undiminished. So ptologue wearing plain clothes diminishes your looks. She carried in her lap a pouch that she frequently looked at, as if to reassure herself that it was still there. Isn’t she supposed to be riding a horse? Unless riding sidesaddle unlikely you don’t have a lap when you’re riding a horse, because when your legs are spread you don’t have a lap.
So the stinky elves suddenly smell the Urgals, and their horses immediately sragon away. The two male elves get left behind. What’s the point of having guards if, during a crisis, you go dashing off by yourself?
But Elf Girl is totally unharmed, because she immediately jumps off. Well, this Shade is a pretty good shot if he can do precision shooting at a galloping horse in the dark. And I suppose it’s an Elves Are Awesomer Than Anyone Else moment that Elf Chickie is able to stay on the horse as it falls over, but not get pinned, and then bounce off. And I openly admit to little experience with horses, but wouldn’t it be rather hard for it to “plow into the ground chest-first”?
Wouldn’t it have to bend its legs back and smack its face into the ground? Wouldn’t it be more likely to prologeu on its side?
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And the Urgals immediately shoot the other two Elves. These guys are seriously the worst guards ever. Why were they even armed if they just get mowed down? And why didn’t they use their damn bows? She is the one I want! And the Prolpgue starts burning shit up.
Grimly he burned one section after another until there was a ring of fire, a half-league across, around the ambush site. This prologye is poorly written because it’s very difficult to visualize – “a quarter-mile section” sounds a lot like a square quarter-mile or something of the sort.
Yet it turns out that he means a square-mile-long line of trees, and a “section” of the finished circle. Fail fail faility fail.
And why the hell did the Shade bring the Urgals at all?