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Zusatztext Praise for The Inheritance Cycle: A #1 New York Times Bestseller A #1 Publishers Weekly Bestseller A #1 USA Today Bestseller A Wall Street Journal Bestseller "An authentic work of great talent." – New York Times Book Review “The new ‘It’ book of children’s lit.” – U.S. News & World Report "Paolini is a spellbinding fantasy writer." –T he Boston Globe "A breathtaking and unheard of success." – USA Today “Christopher Paolini make[s] literary magic.” – People “Unusual! powerful! fresh! and fluid.”— Booklist ! Starred “Will appeal to legions of readers who have been captivated by the Lord of the Rings trilogy.”— School Library Journal Informationen zum Autor Christopher Paolini is the author of Eragon and Eldest ! the first two books in the Inheritance Cycle. He lives in Montana! where the landscape continues to inspire his visions of Alagaësia. Klappentext BRISINGR EXCLUSIVE: The audio edition of Brisingr features a revealing Q & A between best-selling author Christopher Paolini and editor Michelle Frey. OATHS SWORN . . . loyalties tested . . . forces collide. Following the colossal battle against the Empire's warriors on the Burning Plains! Eragon and his dragon! Saphira! have narrowly escaped with their lives. Still there is more at hand for the Rider and his dragon! as Eragon finds himself bound by a tangle of promises he may not be able to keep. First is Eragon's oath to his cousin Roran: to help rescue Roran's beloved! Katrina! from King Galbatorix's clutches. But Eragon owes his loyalty to others! too. The Varden are in desperate need of his talents and strength—as are the elves and dwarves. When unrest claims the rebels and danger strikes from every corner! Eragon must make choices— choices that take him across the Empire and beyond! choices that may lead to unimagined sacrifice. Eragon is the greatest hope to rid the land of tyranny. Can this once-simple farm boy unite the rebel forces and defeat the king? ASSAULT ON HELGRIND Daybreak was ?fteen minutes away when Eragon rolled up right. He snapped his ?ngers twice to wake Roran and then scooped up his blankets and knotted them into a tight bundle. Pushing himself off the ground, Roran did likewise with his own bedding. They looked at each other and shivered with excitement. “If I die,” said Roran, “you will see to Katrina?” “I shall.” “Tell her then that I went into battle with joy in my heart and her name upon my lips.” “I shall.” Eragon muttered a quick line in the ancient language. The drop in his strength that followed was almost imperceptible. “There. That will ?lter the air in front of us and protect us from the paralyz ing effects of the Ra’zac’s breath.” From his bags, Eragon removed his shirt of mail and unwrapped the length of sackcloth he had stored it in. Blood from the ?ght on the Burning Plains still encrusted the once-shining corselet, and the combination of dried gore, sweat, and neglect had allowed blotches of rust to creep across the rings. The mail was, however, free of tears, as Eragon had repaired them before they had departed for the Empire. Eragon donned the leather-backed shirt, wrinkling his nose at the stench of death and desperation that clung to it, then attached chased bracers to his forearms and greaves to his shins. Upon his head he placed a padded arming cap, a mail coif, and a plain steel helm. He had lost his own helm—the one he had worn in Farthen Dûr and that the dwarves had engraved with the crest of Dûrgrimst Ingeitum—along with his shield during the aerial duel between Saphira and Thorn. On his hands went mailed gauntlets. Roran out?tted himself in a similar manner, although he augmented his armor with a wooden shie...
