#eragon
I stare at my feet
My home where I should be
Magic is dead here
Alagaësia calls me
I speak in the ancient tongue
Jul 20, 2025
Jul 20, 2025 at 5:40 PM UTC
The ink fades to beige
A voice pulls me from the page
But the boughs and hills remain
Desperately, I muster
My eyes, alight—brisingr
Jul 20, 2025
Jul 20, 2025 at 3:29 AM UTC
He hunts in the Spine
The woods erupt warmth and light
The deer bolts, affright
A blue stone? No – dragon’s egg
She, Saphira Bjartskular.
Jul 19, 2025
Jul 19, 2025 at 3:47 PM UTC
Dust motes catch the light
The world sighs in shades of grey
My hand reaches it—
A blue cover, curled edges
One sharp breath, I turn the page
Jul 19, 2025
Jul 19, 2025 at 7:55 AM UTC
Raza
sounds like the Ra'zac in real life is the
word origin of "race" is the
world origin of "I hate you because I
can" I race
away from race and riot quietly in my
mind
without hope of
escaping my body my
flinch
away from a black
man walking my
instinct to correct double
negatives when really they aren't
not
right;
I'm not right
Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 11:13 PM UTC
She put down her book and
rolled over to his side,
Searching for sincerity
in his dilated eyes.
"Do you believe in dragons?"
A pause. A knowing smile.
"Yes."
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 2:18 PM UTC