Wreck This Picture Book

I never asked for visions, I was one. In my future, I see myself regal and glorious, luminescent with the glow of my god.

When they asked me what I wanted, I said: ‘The world.’

Eragon knelt in a bed of trampled reed grass and scanned the tracks with a practiced eye.

Saphira's breathing quickened, and she opened her eyes, yawning expansively.

Daybreak was ?fteen minutes away when Eragon rolled up right.

This is a story about me.

The sound was stabbing, slicing, shivering, like metal scraping against stone.

The king of the Gods demanded a beautiful evil - and so I was born.

Great Great Great

Will you go alone?

The cold woke Bela up.