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Chapter 17: Revelation at Yazuac
Brom and Eragon follow the Ra’zac to the town of Yazuac (passing through the Plains of Flippitywibbert and across the Ghferlwfjlw3rcjnwrejvfpjwe River), where they discover that everything is suspiciously quiet. Fearing a trap, they head into the town using the sneaky-sneaks.
The houses were dark and foreboding, with shattered windows. Many of the doors swung on broken hinges.
That’s probably a good sign.
A mountain of bodies rose above them, the corpses stiff and grimacing.
Slaughtered men lay over the women they had tried to protect, mothers still clasped their children, and lovers who had tried to shield each other rested in death’s cold embrace.
It’s a good thing everyone got into gender-appropriate cliched positions before they were killed.
But worst of all was the barbed spear that rose out of the peak of the pile, impaling the white body of a baby.
He stared at their open eyes and wondered how life could have left them so easily. What does our existence mean when it can end like this? A wave of hopelessness overwhelmed him.
All of Eragon’s emotional reactions are incredibly stilted and awkward. Which I can sympathize with, since I struggle with that myself. I’ve found that it’s usually better to go with less rather than more. In this case, Eragon blinking back tears immediately proceeding the part I quoted above probably would have been enough.
“Those who love the pain and suffering of others. They wear many faces and go by many disguises, but there is only one name for them: evil. There is no understanding it.
Oh good, I was hoping the villains would be one-dimensional cliches.
A bunch of Urgals appear out of nowhere and start attacking our heroes, and Eragon is forced to flee.
The Urgal rapidly gained ground despite Eragon’s efforts; large fangs separated in a soundless bellow.
A… soundless bellow? What?
A completely bullshit action scene follows whee Eragon is filled with righteous fury or whatever, then fires his bow while shouting “Brisingr” for no reason (“A word suddenly leapt unbidden to his lips”), which makes his arrow all glowy and magical.
Was there really no better way for him to discover that his has magic powers? It would have made a lot more sense if Brom had told him that Brisingr was a magic spell, and then Eragon could try it out of desperation. But no, instead he just somehow knows how to do it.