Kvetha Fricai!
I just finished Murtagh by Christopher Paolini, the next and first true full book sequel to his The Inheritance Cycle. |
Ithring rune
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Ah Alagaësia... land of the Dragon Riders and the Ancient Language, and much, much more as, with the death of King Galbatorix, Paolini expands his world in new and unexpected directions. "What deathless lies may in eons rise" said a mad old man among the Dreamers at Nal Gorgoth. Just as H.P. Lovecraft once wrote “That is not dead which can eternal lie / And with strange aeons even death may die.” Unexpected indeed, but clear as a well-spoken word for any who have read Lovecraft's short story The Call of Cthulhu, and Lovecraft's Cthulhu Mythos has been called "the official fictional religion of fantasy, science fiction, and horror, a grab bag for writers in need of unthinkably vast, and unthinkably indifferent, eldritch entities."
A grab-bag Paolini put his hand in in this epic tale of dark riddles, dreams, and unexpected friends and enemies, for few better ways are there to simultaneously expand one's world and produce a new horrifying evil. An evil, along with its human sympathizers and Galbatorix's leavings, I feel certain we have no seen the last of. Yet I can think of few better people to handle it than the freed Murtagh and Thorn. Ithring over Zar'roc, Freedom over Misery, as it were.
Sé onr sverdar sitja hvass.
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