A fantasy-filled lore-riddled universe
I have as of yet been reading a fantasy book Eragon by Christopher Paolini. Eragon is part of the Inheritance Cycle, following a poor farm boy (called Eragon!) who finds a dragon egg, hatches a dragon, raises the dragon, bonds with the dragon etc. etc. dragon etc.
The main character inevitably goes on the run from “the man”, the KGB, the secret service- you name it. The mad king in this world very much has an interest in the dragon that Eragon cares over as it is one of the last in the world. The two wind up traipsing around the continent running from the government and it’s agents, before finally settling in and joining a proper rebel force. The novel ends in the aftermath of a large total-war battle with the king’s army against the rebels that ends in a pyrrhic victory for the rebels and a classic cliffhanger to the next novel.
Having read reviews online, and reading the book, I am horribly conflicted. Many have a strong dislike of the series. Maybe it isn’t their cup of tea- not that I expect people to drink tea- I don’t. Personally, I rather like Eragon. If not for the visualizations and construction of a fantasy-filled lore-riddled universe, I feel strongly about this novel. Yes, it probably IS rehashed garbage from Star Wars and The Lord of the Rings. But I rather like it. I like the way the world just feels alive, I like how large the landscape is and how little each part is actually revealed. It adds mystery to the universe.
And in the end, that’s what makes or breaks a fantasy novel. Mystery. A novel needs just enough realism to be relatable, but not enough so as to bore the readers. And I feel Eragon does that beautifully. It does it well, and it does it efficiently. It leaves me waiting for more and feeling a little let down that there isn’t any left.