I'm working on a book where after a group of fugitives escape from jail, they try to leave the country by hiking across the trail that connects half a dozen or so provinces. I'm excited to do it because I've never written a novel or even a story that involves a thorough hike. In Eragon, he and his loyal and interesting past dragon rider, Brom, travel to the mountains to meet the Elves. A rebellion is now in affair for the evil ruler, Galbatorix.
It goes a little bit slow, but I didn't really mind. It's sequels are necessary but much bumpier and long, making this one obviously the most fresh. There are many back stories to think about, involving magic and hatred with dragons as tools, that it's actually interesting history to think about as you trail behind. Like history of Morzan and Zar'roc, by the time we learn this, we feel maybe it did happen three-thousand years ago. It's healthy to imagine the possibilities of unsolved mysteries.
I also sort of liked that Eragon and Saphira could communicate with minds. It was enjoyable and felt like an irreplaceable friendship. And then there's a final battle. Well, not the very last, but a way to end the book, and we're not sure about anything. We're a the edge of our reading chairs, unsure how Eragon will be able to help, let alone beat the commander because of the power comparison. It's always intense when the weakling is up against the belly of the beast, or at least the beast, eh?