thoughtS

starting for christopher paolinis sequel to eragorn

The air loomed thin and misty, filled with cold wisps of water vapour which formed a fine sheath of muted sparkles on the bare blade.
The moonlight highlighted the swords keen edges – flawless even after having parried and struck countless times.
A sudden movement behind him caught eragon unaware. The swiftness of the attacker left him defenseless as the enemy sword lay against his shoulders at an angle to his neck. A soft voice carried words in the ancient language , words which swept a wave of relief over his troubled thoughts : “eka mulabra ono ne haina, just devote a little more attention to your surroundings in this forsaken land.” Arya removed her sword from his neck and sheathed it. Her elven beauty remained undiminished in the near darkness of the night as her face reflected the moonlight like a perfectly sculpted jewel of etheral liquid.

posted by liquid @ 8:05 AM