Prologue – He’s a slim shade, the real shade.
Chapter One – Ohh, explody!
Chapter Two – How can you have pudding if you don’t eat your meat?
Chapter Three – Back in my day we didn’t have tyrants.
Chapter Four – I can haz Eragon burger?
Chapter Five – Secrets and lies
Chapter Six – Dragons in the sky with diamonds.
Chapter Seven – Call me McCrunch
Chapter Eight – Ansgty Spice
Chapter Nine – They’re bad, ya know it.
Chapter Ten – You can fly.
Chapter Eleven – Oh noes, Garrow is dead! Now I can be a tragic hero!
Chapter Twelve – Tragedy, coming soon to an Uncle near you.
Chapter Thirteen – Death comes suddenly to a dying man
Chapter Fourteen – I know too much
Chapter Fifteen – Sahpira is, how you say, a leather girl
Chapter Sixteen – Let the beatings commence
Chapter Seventeen – Don’t let her get stuck in a tree
Chapter Eighteen – He’s a magic man
Chapter Nineteen – Not exactly a sorcerer’s apprentice
Chapter Twenty – Ho, ho, ho it’s magic! You know it!
Chapter Twenty One – Don’t cross the swords
Chapter Twenty Two – Whoo-hoo
Chapter Twenty Three – Walking around
Chapter Twenty Four – Reveal and Blather
Chapter Twenty Five – Betrayal cocktail anyone?
Chapter Twenty Six – Fortunes suck
Chapter Twenty Seven – Hooked on Brommics worked for me
Chapter Twenty Eight – Stop right there and let me escort you off the premises!
Chapter Twenty Nine – Werecats, the medieval equivalent to Lolcats
Chapter Thirty -I’d like to make a collect scry to Galbatorix
Chapter Thirty One – I’m a master now
Chapter Thirty Two – Welcome to a real city
Chapter Thirty Three – No blood for oil
Chapter Thirty Four – It’s a trap!
Chapter Thirty Five – In the Line of Fire
Chapter Thirty Six – New People!
Chapter Thirty Seven – Someone else is dead
Chapter Thirty Eight – And the plot drags on
Chapter Thirty Nine – Captured…again
Chapter Forty – Sitting in the cell, no change
Chapter Forty One – Come fall with me
Chapter Forty Two – Check out my Curaga
Chapter Forty Three – There’s water in them there sand dunes
Chapter Forty Four -In which an elf is mistaken for a Samsonite carry-on
Chapter Forty Five -Been through the desert with an elf with no name
Chapter Forty Six – Trying to be like ol’ Eddie
Chapter Forty Seven – Saphira, standing in for Eragon’s mom
Chapter Forty Eight – Stealing from only the best
Chapter Forty Nine – I’ve fallen and I can’t get up
Chapter Fifty – To be all sad and junk
Chapter Fifty One – A hero’s welcome, finally someone who can fix the royal toilet.
Chapter Fifty Two – Evil, most definitely
Chapter Fifty Three – Have a blessing, heck, have ten
Chapter Fifty Four – Brom had a life you say?
Chapter Fifty Five – Criswell predicts
Chapter Fifty Six – No hero left behind
Chapter Fifty Seven – Getting armored and liquored up
Chapter Fifty Eight – Not exactly the battle for Helm’s Deep. It isn’t even the Black Friday squabble for a bluray player.
Chapter Fifty Nine – Someone get him a handicap plate