Christopher Paolini may think he’s king of his kingdom, what with the millions of copies of Inheritance Cycle books sold and being a global publishing phenomenon and whatnot, but I am not the meager serf that I seem. Yea, I hast memorized every one of the gazillion words Sir Paolini has written, all in preparation for this moment of usurping. Doubt me, you blackguard? Listen thou to my screed!
“No mere dauthleikr, whether he dvergr or könungr or Shur’tugal, shall rise up against me with skölir and sverd, shouting his blödhren, lest he find himself in pure Zar’roc. Pure Zar’roc, I say!!!”
Just who do you think you are?
To quote Star Trek, an ugly bag of mostly water (who also likes telling stories).
Where do you get off?
Reading a book, watching a movie, listening to music, and just staring out the window and daydreaming.
What’s the big idea?
Personal transformation — the ways in which people can remake themselves. I’m fascinated by this and by the fact that most people remain fundamentally the same, even from very young.
What is your problem, man?
Commas, man. Those suckers are nasty. That and I hate unquestioning acceptance of authority.
Haven’t you done enough?
Never. Life is too short for all the things I want to accomplish, so I try not to waste any time.