Well, it looks like my time has come. No more putting it off, it’s time to wade knee-deep into this steaming pile of bullshit.

*pulls on hazmat gear*

Let’s fucking go.

This chapter is only seven pages long in the book, and and probably wouldn’t be more than four in a text document with typical margins and font size. This spork isn’t all that long either. The main reason that it took this long is because every time I tried to read this, I found myself bored out of my mind. Sure, there were a few little infuriating moments to latch onto, but for the most part my eyes just wanted to slide right off the page. Paolini’s complete inability to trim fat from his manuscripts is on full display throughout this novel, and at this point it is really starting to grate.

Epistler is up for the next chapter, “Recitations of Faith,” after which I’ll be back to spork some hideous dialogue in “The Court of Crows.” May your sporks stay sharp, friends.