Kvetha Fricaya. Greetings Friends.
I just returned home from book tour a few days ago. This was one of the most enjoyable tours I’ve been on. Everyone I met was excited about the Inheritance cycle, the booksellers were incredibly supportive, and the events themselves were lots of fun. A big thank you to everyone who made this possible!
So many interesting things happened on the tour, it’s hard to know where to start. At one event, a boy gave me an elaborate board game that he made using a color version of my map of Alagaësia. In Toronto, I met a man who had a large (seven or eight inches long) tattoo of Saphira on his upper arm, along with the word for fate—wyrda—in the ancient language. A very nice couple flew to my event in Miami all the way from London. And when I was in Chicago, a woman came through the signing line with a sugar glider in her arms. A sugar glider is a small marsupial, somewhat like a flying squirrel. It was such a beautiful, intelligent-looking animal, I couldn’t help asking if I could pet it. When the woman agreed, I held out my hand to let the sugar glider smell it, at which point, it wrapped its sharp little claws around my forefinger and, ever so delicately, began to gnaw on me, drawing blood. I didn’t really mind, but the animal’s owner was mortified. After apologizing, she said that the sugar glider would only bite things it thought tasted good. I suppose I’ll take that as a compliment. Besides, it’s not every day I get bitten by a marsupial at a book signing!
A number of bookstores arranged to have demonstrations of swordsmanship or other medieval-style performances, such as fortune-telling or singing. Very cool. Every time I saw the reenactors, I wanted to grab a sword and spar with them. In retrospect, I suppose it’s better I didn’t; I doubt anyone would have been happy with me if I had broken a finger or two before a signing.
The most exciting part of the tour, however, was getting to meet so many fans of the Inheritance cycle. It’s easy for me to forget, given that I spend so much time hunched over my computer, how enthusiastic my readers are. I was fascinated to hear what part of Brisingr each person found most interesting. And I was humbled when three different families told me they had given their children names from Alagaësia: two girls were named Arya, and one boy was given the middle name of Daret. I hope the names serve them well.
And now I’m home. After all the excitement, and the early mornings and late nights, I’m ready to settle back into my routine and write Book Four. First, though, I’m doing two drawings for the deluxe edition of Brisingr that will come out next year. The deluxe edition will also contain deleted scenes from Brisingr, which I think you will enjoy.
Once again, thank you all for coming to the signings. I hope you enjoyed yourselves as much as I did. And to everyone who stood in line, I salute your dedication!
Now, let’s see. Where was I in Book Four before I left on tour? Ah yes, and . . . . Eragon shouted and leaped forward just as—
Until next time . . .
May your swords stay sharp!