As a writer who attempts and fails at writing supernatural fiction, I try to read anything that I can get my hands on. Unable to track down a copy of Robert E. Howard’s work (I know should be easy, but when you are broke you cannot just go out and buy it), I started to read the Eragon series. Now I am only on the first book, and it is no Robert E. Howard, but what author Christopher Paolini does well is setting–though it can get telly at times. Seeing that this is something my stories lack, I hope to learn from him.
The following are the opening paragraphs to the first book:
“Wind howled through the night, carrying a scent that would change the world. A tall Shade lifted his head and sniffed the air. he looked human except for his crimson hair and maroon eyes.
He blinked in surprise. The message had been correct: they were here. Or was it a trap? He weighed the odds, then said icily, “Spread out; hide behind trees and bushes. Stop whoever is coming . . . or die.”
Around him shuffled twelve Urgals with short swords and round iron shield painted with black symbols. they resembles men with bowed legs and thick, brutish arms made for crushing. A pair of twisted horns grew above their small ears. The monsters hurried into the brush, grunting as the hid. soon the rustling quieted and the forest was silent again.”
This passage comes from the first chapter:
“Eragon knelt in a bed of trampled reed grass and scanned the tracks with a practiced eyes. The prints told him that the deer had been in the meadow only half-hour before. Soon they would bed down. His target, a small doe with a pronounced limp in her left forefoot, was still with the herd. He was amazed she had made it so far without a wolf or bear catching her.
the sky was clear and dark, and a slight breeze stirred the air, A silvery cloud drifted over the mountains that surrounded him, its edges glowing with ruddy light cast from the harvest moon cradled between two peaks. Streams flowed down the mountains from stolid glaciers and glistening snowpacks. A brooding mist crept along the valley’s floor, almost thick enough to obscure his feet.”
As I continue to read on I will try to post those passage that strike me.