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Chapter Eight: The Price of Power.

Hey, so remember Emo-Chicken? Apparently Paolini does because Nasuada is finally taking off the bandages for those cuts. She hasn't looked at the cuts since they were first bandaged because they were so horrid. Since winning the Trial of the Long Knives, she had refused to look at her wounds; they had appeared so horrendous when fresh, she could not bear to see them again until they were nearly healed.

So basically it's been at least a month since Emo-Chicken happened. Since that time she's kept her arms bandaged. Which isn't healthy. She should be letting them out in the air - or so my grandfather the doctor said - as soon as they weren't doing anything nasty and likely to get infected. Keeping them bandaged like that is likely going to make it take even longer to heal.

This is also a bit of ridiculous vanity on her part. But I'll get to that in a moment.

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In the mean time, we bought another parakeet.

Well, my mom and I did. We were at the art store buying frames. Across the parking lot is a Petco. We went over to oogle the birds.

We bird oogled and my mom says "Should we buy one?"

I said we should.

So we bought the parakeet.

As the guy was trying to catch the bird we wanted, my brother called. He wanted to know where we were. My mom told him we were in the pet store. He wanted to know if there were birds there. She said there were. She failed to mention that one of them was coming home with us.

When we got home we almost managed to get the bird into the cage without my brother realizing it. The silly thing had to slip out of my grasp and go running around the floor squawking. My dad wasn't home at the time.

We got the bird in the cage just as my dad was pulling up in the car.

He has yet to notice the bird.

He's walked past the bird four times when I left and hadn't noticed.

Oh well.

Chapter six. Memories of the dead:

Chapter Six: Memories of the Dead.

Do the dead have memories? Maybe if they're undead. I dunno. But that's not what these memories are of. Nope, it's memories of Brom. Well, Eragon's memories of Brom that Brom gave to Saphira to give to Eragon. Yeah. He's going over them in his head. I think...

"Galbatorix is mad and therefore unpredictable, but he also has gaps in his reasoning that an ordinary person would not. If you can find those, Eragon, then perhaps you and Saphira can defeat him.”

Brom lowered his pipe, his face grave. “I hope you do. My greatest desire, Eragon, is that you and Saphira will live long and fruitful lives, free from fear of Galbatorix and the Empire. I wish that I could protect you from all of the dangers that threaten you, but alas, that is not within my ability. All I can do is give you my advice and teach you what I can now while I am still here.… My son. Whatever happens to you, know that I love you, and so did your mother. May the stars watch over you, Eragon Bromsson.”

Eragon opened his eyes as the memory faded.

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Chapter Four: King Cat

So this was the chapter that was originally released as a preview. The fact that it is so drastically altered - he's no longer hallucinating people. Which is a good thing. I can't seem to find the bit I did on the preview chapter and I'm too lazy to look for it. It's still ridiculous.


We begin with Eragon, Nasuada and Jormundur are in the throne room of the late lord Bradburn. Okay, perhaps not late, but currently disposed of to parts unknown. Nasuada is wearing a green and yellow dress having gotten out of her armor moments before. Also She too had been marked during the fighting, as was evidenced by the linen bandage wrapped around her left hand.

OH NOES SHE WAS INJURED IN THE BATTLE CLEARLY SHE MUST HAVE BEEN IN THE THICK OF IT!!! SHE HAS AN INJURY AND ITS NEEDED A BANDAGE!!! IT CLEARLY MUST IMPAIR HER IN SOMEWAY SINCE IT'S ON HER HAND.

Yeah.

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Holiday loot haul and thank you notes.

Because.

From the Nice People on the Internet:

Firebird by Mercecdes Lackey. A really good book! I enjoyed it a lot. I really do like Lackey in general and this was slightly different than her usual books. It had a lot of her usual tropes but her ending and climax actually felt like a climax and she actually managed to get me worried about the happily ever after for once!

Box of D&D Minis: While most of the figures in it was a duplicate there was BLUE DRAGON mini in there. And that was insanely rare, for once and two it was a dragon and I, of course, love dragons! It was just the luck of it all must be amazing but, it was just AWESOME surprise of awesomeness on top of the awesomeness of the box of miniatures.

The Science of the Discworld: I'm assuming this one is stuck in L-Space somewhere. But I can't wait to read it whenever it gets here. I enjoyed the last two books in the series and would love to read the first one and see how it all started. I find it amusing that I'm reading the series backwards.


From my family.

A LEGO set I already had from my brother. Which was okay. We can return it. It was a small cheap set. And then from my brother I got a corning ware serving dish set. THEY'RE REAL ADULT DISHES. I don't know why this makes me happy, but it does. ^_^

From my mom and dad: A set of 48 prismacolor markers in two zip carrying cases. That was an autistic nightmare. See, when I opened them up they weren't in shade order nor were they in numerical order. Not only that but the shade and numbers don't match-up. Number 128 came before number 9 etc. Yeah AND then I have the really odd quandary of "do I want to organize each case separately or organize them all together?" Eventually I did one case in cools and one case in warms. They're shiny and pretty this way. *snugs them*

There was a watercolor set with an easel, watercolors, painting board, brushes and some other stuff. My mom got it for the easel, but I really needed new colors and THERE THEY ARE. I just have to clean out my pallet now so the colors won't be muddy.

And finally what is probably supposed to be a bathroom for slinky underwear because it barely comes up to my thigh, but is going to be used as a throw on sweater thingy to wear while in bed so my top half doesn't get cold. It's warm and fluffy.

I also got some really nice cards from people. I wish I would be able to send cards out, but I'm really not that good at it. But thank you nice people who sent them to me. I have them hung up so the cat can't get to them and yet people can see them.

I went to my NaNoWriMo Thank God it's Over party last night whereupon several things happened.

First I may have volunteered to be the Municipal Liaison for West Los Angeles next year.

Second someone wanted to know if I was the Kippur. The one who did the Eragon Sporkings as I had written Kippur on my name tag. Yes, I am no longer Kippur, but the Kippur. They also mentioned that I had been brought up on the NaNo boards in a discussion on the Inheritance series.

Scanning through it I noticed that a few people were glad the book had come out because it meant that there would be more sporkings.

I'm internet famous? :D

So I've been NaNoing away and I came to the realization that one of my character's flaws is that he's a hero. Now, I realized that this sounds very much like a Mary Sue (or in this case Gary Stu) flaw, but as I looked at it deeper, it really is a dangerous and devastating flaw. The character, Kale, is perfectly mortal. He has no extraneous special abilities. The only thing you could say is unique about him is that he's descended from the Morrigan, but there's at least a hundred generations between him and her. So, for all intents and purposes he's normal, human, and an average warrior.

Yet, he has this stupid, stubborn need to go out and help people. He is willing to go into deep fairy to find the Deep Hunt which is created by the nightmares of the fey without a second's thought. The other person who is willing to do this is a powerful mage, one of the strongest living or ever will live. The mage is probably the only one who could survive it. But Kale is going to jump head first, sword swinging (metaphorically) into this and not look back or regret it.

I think it would be more of a Mary Sue flaw if he was a magically or super-sphesul individual, where there wasn't any real risk for him.

But the fact that he's so completely idiotic at doing this. He has such a drive, a blinding need to do these things and act like a hero, even if he doesn't think he is, is more than dangerous, it can be down right deadly for him and the people around him who will have to rescue him when something goes bad.

Meanwhile: I broke 50k yesterday.

NEVER AGAIN. I did like 14k in three days and my left arm is KILLING ME. I'm still going to work on it. The book isn't done yet. It's actually ... only part of the 50k cause I decided about 15k in (after two starts) that I was writing something completely different than what I set out to do. It was just supposed to be a scene. 34k words later.. It's a lot of scenes.

Right.